"Yeoman service," he said.

   My husband (of 31 years tomorrow) was so happy I spent 3 full days of my vacation packing up and cleaning out his hoarder mother's apartment (while he stayed home, at my adamant won't-take-no insistence, and worked on the kitchen)...

he didn't seem to mind that, in the end, I cast my packing strategy to the wind, and just tossed all the crap in the car.
   Happy anniversary, dear.