I've mentioned before that Mark is a hoarder. Not the narrow path through the living room filled with junk, dog poop, and dead cats type of hoarder, but a more devious type of hoarder. When you first walk into our house you would only think it is a little bit cluttered. That is because Mark has found ways to squirrel away all the shit he has acquired. It isn't immediately apparent that you've entered a hoarders lair, but just try to open a drawer or cabinet. You had better step back, because chances are something is going to come tumbling out. One of his favorite things he clings to are his magazines. He simply cannot part with them. "I paid for those, I need them." is the cry. Saturday evening we went out to dinner. When we returned Mark headed straight for the bedroom. There was an awful shriek. Bette had found a stash of Mark's magazines, dragged them down from the top of the table (We think she might be part mountain goat.), and shredded them. Little Bette came running out of the bedroom with Mark close behind, almost in tears. "You crazy little bitch! My magazines, she destroyed my magazines!" he screamed. I gave Bette a cookie as a reward.
Another thing that Mark hoards that is quite different from most other hoarders, is television shows. On our DVR he has nearly a hundred cooking shows. Many of them nearly a year old. I'm not sure just why he is keeping them. The DVR is rapidly approaching its capacity, and I've asked him to go through his shows and delete those he has watched. Mark has assured me that he will do that soon. Meanwhile I have adjusted some of the options on his scheduled recordings. After all, I have to have room to record the next Mythbusters marathon.