In the make up of every woman, there is a mysterious quality called “save-itism.” This is the quality that prevents her from throwing anything away "now." Later, yes, but not now. It is “save-itism” that makes her scrape off three spoonfuls of creamed corn into a saucer and store it in the fridge until it gets crusty and hard. Then she'll throw it away. She'll put one sausage, or a single spare rib in there and leave it until it grows stale and hard, and then she'll throw it away. It is “save-itism" that makes her keep little scraps of cloth, the empty spools from sewing thread and every other type of useless thing she can think of. When she puts these things away she knows she'll throw them away someday, but it is impossible for her to do it now. Girls, right now, take a look inside your fridge. I'll bet there are six little Pyrex dishes filled with all the food that you knew you'd throw away when you put it in there, but you couldn't do it at the moment, could you. As I have told you, we are moving to a new home this weekend, and boy am I fighting "save-itism" in trying to pack things away. Tell me, why does my wife want to save the frame for a bassinet that she SWEARS we will never need again. Why must she hang onto a pair of corduroy cushions she washed causing the stuffing's to go lumpy? What good is one earring and the top from a pressure cooker that has no bottom? These items I moved nine years ago… these items I am moving again. They talk about small boys saving useless articles… I'll stack a woman up against any small boy I EVER met when it comes to that strange thing I call “save-itism."
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