I guess I would be considered as "A Clean Freak". I must have everything in its place. My husband is a messy slob, and it drives me crazy. His side of the garage looks like a left over garage sale. If any of his junk finds its way to my side of the garage, then in the trash it goes. The other day, I bought him some new shirts. I went through his closet and pulled out shirts that was beginning to grow grass on the shoulders (from so much dust). They made it to Goodwill, instantly. I really shouldn't gripe so much. When he's gone, I will remember his sloppy ways, and miss them.
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