One man's trash is another man's treasure!

I decided to enlist my husband in my never ending battle against clutter.  I asked him to clean out the bathroom cabinet. After all,  it is too high for me to reach the upper shelves without climbing on a ladder.  He wouldn't want me to do that with these bad knees...I reasoned.
He cleaned allright. I came home to a nicely organized cabinet with items catagorized in neat orderly rows.  It was still stuffed, but nothing was on the top ledge at least.  Oh well, I could probably sort through it later.  This evening I reached under the lower cabinet to get something and was caught off guard by an avalance of dusty clutter!  He had stuffed the overflow UNDER THE SINK!  It reminds me of the time Lucille Ball tried to stuff the excess chocolates down her blouse and in her hat!  I am convinced that nothing had been thrown away. This is the man, I remind you, that digs through my garbage & rescues the poor innocent things I mistakenly throw away.
I still managed to throw away two bags of my own clutter today though and I laughed all the way to the dumpster!