Every year, when the dust settles after the holiday season, I go through a routine to organize my house and rid myself of "stuff."
Last night, I decided to start my quest by going through Hubby's clothes with him and getting rid of anything that is worn, doesn't fit, or he just doesn't like.
After making our way through two closets, we ended our clothing purge by sorting through some coats and jackets. When were done, he went off to take a shower.
Now, in the midst of looking through the coat closet, I found a short, brown coat that belongs to me. I haven't worn it in awhile because I'm not a fan of its faux fur collar:
As I was mulling over my decision to pack it up with the rest of Hubby's clothing that we were donating to charity, I realized that the creepy, faux fur collar was removable. So, I took it off.
I tried on the coat sans the collar, looked in the mirror and thought, That's much better! It's a keeper! Then, NOT THINKING, I threw the fur collar into the trash bin that is under my kitchen sink:
Fast forward to 10:00PM.
I was upstairs reading and Hubby was downstairs watching television.
He went into the kitchen to have some CHOCOLATE COVERED BISCOTTI and milk right before bed (NICE). Suddenly, I hear, "AHHHHHH!!!! WHAT THE F*CK???!!!" And I shot off the bed, ran down the stairs and asked, "Oh my God! What's the matter?"
Dudes! He was freaked out! Almost crapped himself! Seriously!
Apparently, when he threw the biscotti wrapper in the trash, he thought my furry coat collar was a creature that had climbed into our garbage bin to nest and hang out.
He was shaking!
Well, let's just say that I was crying...from laughing so gah-damn hard.
That's what he gets for eating cookies right before bed.
The Gods of Weight Loss Karma bit him in the ass. Boo yah!
Who says there's no justice in this world??