You guys know how I tease DH about having passed from "packrat" into "hoarder." He is not concerned.
I have pics:
Granted, we have a ton of space (for now). And he does use some of this (well, from the second picture. I don't think he's touched anything on the old desk in 2 years). But we still must keep it, because one day we will need a yogurt container and won't be able to find one!
When we met, his second bedroom (12x12) was completely filled with things to take to the recycling center. Old milk jugs, paper bags, cardboard boxes, bottles, cans, egg cartons. All clean, thankfully, but geez.
So yeah. I think I'm going to have to make him promise to get help if I die and he starts to fill the hole in his soul with paper towel and toilet paper tubes (which he's currently hoarding in his clothes closet, "in case one of the kids needs one for a school project.")
SMH