Things that bring tears to my eyes, irregardlessly: anything having to do with soldiers and their families, those in-depth journalism pieces about how utterly screwed women in developing countries are, and the thought of selling our Danish modern table and chairs:
Me: I'm going to cry. I can't take it. I love them.
Steve: Don't worry, we have plenty of sparsely and tastefully furnished little houses in our future.
Me: PROMISE ME!
Steve: I promise.
Me: Sniff.
Sleek teak
The devil you know.