Spring Cleaning

There are some things that I just shouldn’t make Ben do, but I can’t help it. It comes with living with a girl. It’s simply part of the territory.

Last night, I tried on all of my jeans and made Ben tell me whether they belonged in the “keep”, “undecided”, or “giveaway” pile. I can’t make decisions like that on my own, and therefore coax him to help.

It’s not like he’s the only one I have ever tortured with this ritual. I did it to Jennifer, my old roommate of five years, and to Katie, another old roommate of two years, and to Erica, a girlfriend often pulled into the process simply by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This is (partly) what friends are for, right?

But, it’s not all bad for Ben during the quarto-yearly ritual closet cleaning. I let him lie on the bed and play guitar. Sometimes, I even bring him a snack and drink. I can’t have my critic getting light headed or dehydrated. He must be in tiptop form to ensure the best decisions are made.

Yes, yes, yes… I know. Ben IS the best.