We're having a case of Clutter Crisis here. We had a recent rash of Sudden Fan Death, including 2 ceiling fans (grinding noises, electrical smell, not working, circuit breakers, etc.) and three regular move-them-around fans. DH replaced both ceiling fans and, while in the process, used the regular stand/floor fans for circulation. He managed to run into and kick over the three fans to the point that they also stopped working, and they joined the fan graveyard.
The fan graveyard is located in the living room. Yesterday, I said we needed to get rid of the fans. I'm tired of navigating around them, tripping over fans, and having to look at them. My annoyance quotient is rising.
Me: We need to get rid of these fans.
DH: What?! You mean get rid of them?
Me: They're broken. They don't work. They are taking up room. I can't walk through the living room for the fans.
DH: You mean just throw them away?
DH: But, we may have to replace them!
Me: Yep, with fans that work. These are broken. They don't work. We already replaced the ceiling fans because these stopped working.
DH: We may need more fans some day. The little fans could be fixed. I broke the same part on all of them when I knocked them over.
Me: Can you get that part?
DH: No, I looked and can't find it. I called one of the companies and they don't sell it.
DH: You want to just throw them away.
Me: Do they work?
DH: No, but we paid money for these fans, and I don't think we should just throw them away.
Me: THEY'RE BROKEN!
I'm not sure what the heck got this going, but at this rate, we will have our own episode on Hoarders. Wish me luck. His whole FOO is like this.