SH: Wait! You're not putting out these napkins for the party!
Me: What are you talking about?
SH: You've got napkins on the table - a mismash.
I think about what I pulled out of the cabinet this morning: paper napkins I have gotten at end of season sales at the grocery store. There is a batch of wine napkins - cute beige with brown script and wine bottles and a batch of flowers. I also have some plain white ones. I know SH has a highly developed esthetic sense, but I didn't think this would bother him.
Me: OK, so I'll put out one batch at first and then when they're gone, I'll put out the next batch. What's the problem?
He comes into the bedroom, waving a handful of fast-food restaurant napkins.
SH: You can't put these out! They look awful!
Me: What? No! I pulled those out of the cabinet when I got the other ones out.
Me: Yeah, I got them out so you would either use them or throw them away.
SH: I can't throw these away!
Me: What? Were you saving them for some big paper emergency? You didn't even remember they were there!
SH: A paper emergency could happen.