This man was raised in an impeccable traditional 50's style home. His mother is very Victoriana. When watching movies with her she feels obligated to gasp everytime there's a swear word (which frankly in some movies that Jeff likes leaves her practically hyperventilating. When I was pregnant, I was really sick....hospital i.v.'s a couple times a week sick. God bless the woman she took our laundry, washed it & ironed EVERYTHING down to my flannel nightgowns. Unbelievable, as my method of ironing these days consists of shaking out vigorously, repeating as needed. Of course, when we went over there for Father's Day Jeff decides to make me look really good by wearing mesh gym shorts and an old ratty t-shirt that's been buried & stuffed into a wad at the bottom of his t-shirt drawer, circa 1996 at least. Needless to say, my daughter and I both bullied him into putting on his new lovely casual/dress t & at least some shorts that were not meant to be at the gym.
I've now figured out where this "saving it for good" comes from. It's from his mother!!! She has dishes in her cupboard....lovely, beautiful dishes that are neatly packed away in proper containers and never see the light of day. WHY?????????????????? His sister has a house full of Yankee Candles (which I love but can't afford). She never burns them....why? My brother-in-law sort of answered this question one day when we were there for dinner eating off the old plates, when he told of how when they were in elementary school, all the other boys were blowing up their lunch sacks, blowing them up and popping them (like any self-respecting boy in elementary school does of course, along with of course the obligatory Chicquita banana sticker in the middle of one's forehead.) Not these boys. They had to fold up their little lunch sack, put it into their perfectly ironed long-sleeved, button up perma-press Sears shirts and bring them home to save them for the next day...and presumably the next. So....a 100 count bag of lunch sacks could conceivably last the whole of their school years, graduating and heading onto college with a proper Scooby Doo lunch pail like the rest of the boys had! They had indeed arrived. Job well done.