TIME

I have lamented here on how my husband never throws anything away. Sometimes it's a good thing, and sometimes not, but we tussle over things often. One of them is the TIME magazine.

Here's how it works:

It comes in the mail, I read one page of things people have said over the last week, John looks at it, it sits on the kitchen table for a week, I throw it away.

Not too bad, right?

Last week, Pops asked me where the ... TIME was (I forget what the cover was).

I told him I threw it away.

He told me if I would just leave it on the table he would take it to the basement "sitting" bathroom.

I said I did--I left it for a week.

He was still upset.

I went to the basement today to do some laundry and thought I'd take a look at his "collection". Now I clean the basement bathroom on a regular basis, and saw the pile of magazines, but it never registered, I guess.

Oh my stars.

Two years of TIME magazines down there.

I guess I have more throwing to do.