My wife is the one who tends to save things in this family, and I’m just the opposite. Generally, I never thought it was an issue.
One day, while looking at a sky with perfect little white clouds, I said to my wife, “The sky reminds me of that body pillow of yours you used when you were pregnant. We ought to give that away.”
She retorted, “We ought to give you away… There’s a thought.”
I never mentioned it again.