Be glad for a "voice of reason" in the household.
It's been a couple years since I ran off the last live in harpy, so things have definately gotten a bit out of hand around here. Not that I really mind, but it causes potential playmates of the female variety to wig out. They just can't fathom why I would have 3 stoves in my kitchen, 2 hooked up and working, one just sitting there. A pair of old side dial Newton Maytags and a wringer in the washroom and several glassback center dials in the garage. I pulled up the disintergrating shag carpet 10 years ago and never got around to putting anything over the concrete ...yet. They always ask why I don't buy a "real" refrigerator when the 1954 GE works just fine. They also find it odd to have a disassembled Sportster transmission on the kitchen table or a coke machine, a kegorator and a tube tester in the den. You can hardly see the pool table for all the vintage motorcycle parts. They eventually make their way to the bedroom or bathroom and spot the AK-47 leaning against the dresser, not out of paranoia or anything, but because it just never made it's way back to the closet....yet. My formal living room furniture consists a computer and a Joe Wieder gym. Just think, this could be you without that pesky, sometimes annoying, voice of reason. Me? I'll probably sell this pad and buy a barn / warehouse out in the sticks. More room for cool old stuff.