DH woke up this morning and decided to tackle our 2nd bedroom, affectionately known as "his room" or "the Pit".
Organizing keep, donate, & trash piles.
Getting rid of clothes that don't fit.
Throwing away old paperwork.
Told me I should go to a movie or shopping because he knows I tend to get "Virgo-tigo" during cleaning/organizing projects. He's smiling, listening rock music...
I have no idea what alien species traded places with my H last night...but "welcome to our planet!".