neat.

I would not be exaggerating (or challenged by any one of my four readers) if I said that I'm obsessively neat. In most things. Spreadsheets? Uh-huh. My fridge? Yup. My closet? ...not so much these days. You see, we moved into our new adorable pad, and there's not much closet to it. No biggie...I'm not above folding stuff on shelves. I'm not too good to store off-season clothes in the balcony's storage closet. I am, apparently, way too cool to actually hang up my clothes.

In every single closet I've had, its the same story: pull item down, try on and/or wear it, disrobe at a later time and lay said item over a chair, the laundry basket, whatever is nearby. Lame. I do love that I poke fun at Rob for doing the EXACT SAME thing (yet he uses the floor...which somehow justifies my mocking)...whoops!

no photographic proof today...hah! the control freak regains her position! : ]