Maybe it's just me. I don't get all bent out of shape about things like this. My husband would never dream of trying to do the ole switcharoo on me. I would not make a big deal of it if he ruined something of mine. My relationship with him is much more important to me than a pair of scissors. When you lose everything you have in the blink of an eye, you realize that things are just "things". And when I almost lost him, I knew I'd never "sweat the small stuff" again.