A couple of weeks ago, The Hubs and I were walking through Target and saw this: I didn’t pay much attention to it, though I remember thinking, “Oh, that’s an interesting basket.”Hubby however…Him: “Who would buy that?”Me: “The basket? Uh, I dunno, why?”Him: “It’s gross. It looks like a bunch of maggots.”Me: “…”Yes folks, according to Adam it’s a maggot basket. I’ll admit, it’s not my style, though I don’t think I’d have been so uh, colorful(?). It’s not that bad. It’s…exotic. Ecclectic. Anything but “wormy”.So, so sorry Target. Forgive him ok? For me? I still love you.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in almost 2 years of marriage, it’s that women and men are… different. We approach things differently and in general, that’s not a bad thing. This was never more evident to me than last weekend while putting away the laundry.In my world, t-shirts are folded neatly and with precision, because darn it I know how many I can fit in a drawer when they are folded properly. (And it’s a lot, let me tell you.) Yes, I may be a little picky about it, but take a look at the inside of that drawer! What you can’t see is that there are two more stacks of neatly folded shirts *behind* the two stacks you *can* see. That’s just how I roll – er, fold.Hubby knows of my obsession with neatly folded shirts and so he bought me one of these:My Flip Fold. I’ve been obsessed with…