Tom is an ANIMAL. You heard me right. Animal. Now, before you go thinking the wrong thing or getting the wrong idea, let me explain. I love my husband more than I know how to put into words. And yes, he is an animal. A PACK RAT This man keeps EVERYTHING. Every magazine he has ever purchased. I am not exaggerating. Every one of them. Even ones that are horribly outdated. I mean, when will he need to read about the Cola Wars again, honestly?! I am constantly finding empty bottles of shampoo, empty tubes of toothpast, cans of soda (rinsed and in the sink!) and even catalogs from years gone by. Perhaps he has some sort of emotional attachment to these items, and it pains him to throw them away. (Thank goodness he didn't feel that way about his first wife!!) I do my best to deal with the piles of magazines and newspapers that he has scattered throughout the house. When he isn't looking, some of them mysteriously vanish....oh crap...he probably just read that. He has t-shirts from JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL. I guess he is saving them for our own child? I don't think that my future child will want a Spuds McKenzie t-shirt, but what do I know? He has also saved every card and note that I have ever given him. (insert "awwwww" here). He's a mush at heart. Lastly - he has saved every piece of tin foil that I have wrapped his lunch sandwhiches in. He has a ball of tin foil in his office that is almost visible from the moon. A few more tuna sandwhiches, and he'll have his own little satelite! I love this man with all my heart, which is also something that he will hold onto forever. awwwww..... Oh yeah, he is also a tiger in the bedroom...there...I said it....