Last night, I put away some of the clutter that's been smothering my workspace, as well as a few items I'd been "storing" in the play yard. (That's millennium-speak for "playpen.") There used to be a black recycling bag to the left of the white bag from Artfest. Not anymore.
The black bag had edged out this bag, forcing me to put it on another counter. (You might recognize this bag from last year's Art & Soul in Portland.) Prompting The Husband to say something like this:"The longer other women are married, the more their asses expand. But the longer we're married, the more your art space expands."
See, that's love.