::stands up and raises hand::
During Year 1 of My Life in Hell (graduate school), Mrs. Gaffer and I had a very nice place with an extra bedroom (the library) to house the Collection. She was working and I was on fellowship. Despite the workload and the constant thought that “I really should be doing better,” our living standard was quite comfortable. Halfway through Year 1 of My Life in Hell, we discover that “The Library” would become “The Nursery” somtime towards the end of summer.
We always knew that once our domicile was inhabited by ankle-biters, Mrs. Gaffer would stay home to protect our books. Ostensibly, she would also feed and bathe our offspring but we both knew that her real duty was to the Collection (and maybe to the shelves full of Macfarlane toys as well). In order to cope with the soon-to-be radical restructuring of our finances (i.e. some to none), we decided to move into a simply lovely one-bedroom shack. This entailed some degree of debate as to what would become of the aforementioned Collection. As the current icubator for Little Gaffer #1, Mrs. Gaffer felt that her opinion somewhat outweighed mine. She was right.
With great sadness, I spent a weekend going through every book in the Collection, doing my best St. Peter impression and passing judgement on every tome that passed through my hands. At the end of my lost weekend, I had accumulated, what I thought, an enormous stack of books that I was willing to part with. Mrs. Gaffer begged to differ. She informed me that “twelve books, three of which are GRE prep books, does not an enormous stack make.” Once again, she was right.
The story does have a happy ending though. We compromised and I kept the ones that I really need to have near and put the rest into storage. 'Twas a happy, happy day when My Life in Hell came to a happy conclusion and the Collection was one again complete.