Don't Be Silly, I Told Him

In the hall closet, where my fabric stash lives, so lives all the linens, towels and toiletries. In search of something, DH grew frustrated. "Honey, where is the..." his cry could be heard.

I attended to and fulfilled his request, and said, with a sad murmur,
"You see when I had the time to sew, this closet would get a good cleaning once a week. I miss my sewing."

To which my DH said,
"Yeah, well, since you don't sew anymore, can we just get rid of it all?"

I think not. grrrr!