Love is.....

Love is never having to say...."Honey you're collecting way too much crap!". What wife has never heard that phrase uttered by her husband/boyfriend/significant other? I think it's my dear husband's worst nightmare to wake up one day and find out that I have gone completely Collecto on him and discover knicknacks stuffed into every possible inch of the house. But at what point does harmless tchotchke collecting turn into a cry for help, and quite possibly a segment on "Hoarders:Buried Alive"?

At what point?!

I've told him many times that I am getting new "Merchandise" for my Etsy store...but how long will that story hold when I have ZERO sales?

I think I'm going to start buying my own product from an alternate account, that way I can continue to feed my need for buying more "collectibles", and that will throw him off the trail for awhile....until he catches on that "Lilly Tagloff" from Pismo Beach is NOT who she claims to be....

~The Helpful Housewife