Hubby Drags Back the Trash

I cannot trust my husband to dump the trash, so I insist on taking it up. He has squirreled so much crap back into this house I make him put it into his office. His office has six recliners, two beds, and a stack of three couches. It is crazy full. There are books, sweatshirts, and eight not-quite-all-there sewing machines in his man cave. It is a hoarder’s den of mice-only-know what. I watch him cart in a box of cat litter. He does not yet realize it is where I put the used cat litter. It shouldn’t take him long….