This weekend Del said: "Patrick, I'm certain when you get older you will be a hoarder." He said this while helping us pack up for the move.
I was using too much paper packing up our fragile items. Therefore, our contractor had completed one closest in the new house, which allowed us to delicately transport all my pretty things from the old house to the new house. We loaded my husband's car with tons of blankets, set down a few items, and drove to the new house. Of course, now I'm worried a worker might be tempted to take a few of my treasures. A problem my husband tells me not to worry about.
In the old house we painted the inside of all our closets "million dollar red," but in the new house we're painting the inside of our closets "formal garden" green. My brother's wife was touring the house, and she said something like: "Oh, wow these green closets are terrible. I bet you can't wait to paint over these." My husband had to inform her that we had the closets painted green!
What color are your closets? White? So predictable. I don't like being predictable. GREEN!