Casa Josh
One of our football coaches, a vet in his forties, recounted how his wife ribbed him about being a neat freak. “Your underwear drawer is relentlessly organized, your t-shirts are folded, your Levis are on hangers!” she would exclaim. His reply to her was, “I’m not a neat freak. I’m a Marine.”
Not one to hobnob much with coaching staff, I nevertheless mentally genuflected anew to this man — for his service to country, of course, but in addition for his neatness. I had more in common with him than I realized. I flunked the Army physical because of a heart murmur, so was disqualified from military service. However, I am a neat freak manqué. I express my solidarity with The Few, The Proud: Semper Organized!
Casa Joseph
Casa Daniel
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I won’t recommend this to my girlfriend or she’ll use it against me. Besides, I think she likes coming in my apartment and making my bed and tidying up.
Wicked! Laughing at this. No doubt she likes tidying up! 🙂
She really does. It’s almost, but not obsessive compulsive. One day, for example, I noticed I’d dropped a piece of rice on the floor while doing some dishes. I decided to leave it there to see how long it would take her to notice it when she got home. To my surprise she hadn’t noticed it, but neither could I find it. Later we got in a little spat about something and I jokingly mentioned the one piece of rice. Turns out she had noticed it first thing she came home, made a bee-line and picked it up so fast I didn’t even realize she’d had a chance. There can’t be a speck on the floor. Me, I wait until there are enough specks to warrant sweeping.