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  •  I grew up in a house full of neat freaks, (7+ / 0-)

    and I did not conform.  While I can't say disorder didn't bother me, it bothered me less than any other member of my family.  Even my father, the plumber, who would often come home completely black with muck, kept his tools in order.  My parents were continuously nagging me to clean my room.  I would do so, without enthusiasm, but within a week, you would never know I had cleaned it.

    After leaving home, I had the relief of not having to hear the nagging anymore, and so began my descent into complete disorder.  Sadly, between my partner and me, I'm the neat one.  Year pass between window cleanings (and this does bother me);  however, I declare that some things are more important than clean windows.  Should I waste a warm and sunny summer day on making things neat and clean?  Are you crazy?  Do you know how few warm, sunny days there are around here?

    In any case, we have also hired someone to come in every other week to straighten things up, though we keep certain doors closed to hide the real mess from her.

    -5.13,-5.64; GOP thinking: A 13 year path to citizenship is too easy, and a 5 minute background check is too burdensome. -- 1audreyrenee

    by gizmo59 on Sun Feb 09, 2014 at 08:20:15 PM PST

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