No, not a convict. A convert. My husband.
Yesterday, I was about to toss our expired hair appointment cards into the recycle. The husband says, “What are you doing!?”
“Well, I am about to recycle these expired appointment cards from our hairstylist.”
“Did she write the appointment in pencil?”
He walks over, grabs a pencil eraser and erases the date off the card. “Here, ask her to write the new date on the card the next time we go in. We can reuse these.”
Wow! I am loving my zero waste man!