box of cards

*please note, i wrote the following in the most disdainful tone, full of disgust*

RB's old college roommate gave him this huge Macy's box anywhere between 9 and 12 months ago. he told RB that if anything in the box had any value, he can keep it. fabulous. all RB had to do was go through this box. this box has been in my living room/hallway/ kitchen anywhere between 9 and 12 months. i have asked RB anywhere between 3 and 9 months to please go through this box. if you didn't already guess, this box, is still in my living room/hallway/ kitchen. i loath this box. i despise this box. i want to drive to the old roommates house and punch him in the nuts as a thank you for dropping his trash and collectors items in my tiny little apt.

every morning i look at this box and i am tempted to toss it in the recycling bin. every evening i am tempted to remind RB to go through the box and get rid of this fucking, god-forsaken box. i don't. i don't because if i did, that might translate to RB that if he waits long enough, i'll just take care of it. i'm not and i won't. 

RB loves Christmas and Christmas decorations. every year he wants to leave the decorations up throughout the year, because he loves it so much. RB offers to help decorate but i am so OCD that although i have tried to allow him to assist, he does it "wrong". he puts all the ornaments in one spot of the tree, he puts all the same colors in one area of the tree, and he wants to put way too many lights on the tree. have i mentioned RB was raised Jewish!? it makes me sad to put up a fake tree and not a real one that smells like Christmas to me. also, i can't stand the set-up. i hate the take down, and i hate the fact that RB refuses to pay attention while i am decorating so that in future years he could help me. (secretly, i think it's better that he not pay attention, it works out better in the end, i get left alone). but, i do love the way the decorations look. 

on November 27th i decided to use this love for a blessed christian holiday to my advantage. this wretched box sits in the one free spot of our living room/hallway/kitchen where i leave my Christmas decorations box. (the rest of the year they find a home in my old bedroom in my parents house). i proposed an ultimatum. 

me: "RB, can you please go through this box?"

RB: <usual answer, usual attitude> "sure babe, this weekend."

me: "RB, if you don't get rid of this box i can't decorate, because this is the spot for the decorations box."

RB: <horrified look on his face> "of course babe! this weekend, definitely."

he knows me well enough to know that if that box is still there the week before Christmas, i will not be decorating anything. i have to admit honestly, that i hope he doesn't go through the box, save me the trouble of decorating even though i do like the way the house looks with all the decorations up. 

it's december 5th, box, still where it has been for almost a year. what's the over under of him getting rid of it? 

the box, by the way, is filled with baseball cards. something RB loves and knows tons about. box, still there. ask me in a week where it is. we'll see what happens this weekend.