Cindy: Some balk at ‘out with the old’

The ficus tree fired me up. Or maybe it was the fish tank. While in the basement trying to store my red and green tubs of Christmas décor, I stubbed my toe on the empty glass tank. That fish tank has occupied various spaces on the family room floor since Mable, our final fish, died in 2007. Grabbing my toe and biting my tongue to keep from swearing, I stumbled into the silk ficus tree and was showered in a cloud of dust. The ficus had been banished to the basement sometime in 2009. That tree dust loosened my tongue and a string of words poured forth, most of them starting with “D” – as in Derek. You see, my husband says we NEED to keep the fish tank because someday he wants more fish. He also refuses to part with the ficus tree. He loves that fake tree and I’m not exactly clear on the reason for his attachment/ Cindy Hval , SR Front Porch. More here.

Question: Are you a tosser or a keeper?