A couple of weekends ago, Sergeant Pepper and I traveled to New Jersey to empty out a storage space of old stuff his mom left behind when she moved to Texas. When we opened the gate, we were greeted by a hideous jumble: myriad curtain rods, moldy suitcases, a kit for a go-cart, travel brochures, a trampoline, and a mysterious locked trunk (don't ask what I think my MIL is storing in that thing). Important memorabilia, precious books, and literal garbage all crammed in together. There was even a cauldron in there!
And then there was this:
My man was in the army awhile back, before I met him. I'm proud of him for serving, and it only adds to his overall coolness in my eyes. So when I saw this box, I was dumbfounded. Then we both couldn't stop laughing. I opened it up, and sure enough, there were all of his awards, haphazardly stashed in with old bath mats and rugs from the bathroom in MIL's old house. The rugs were neatly folded and packaged up in plastic.