OK, call me obsessive compulsive if your want to, but … OK, I’m obsessive compulsive. My wife is in a wheelchair and cannot go downstairs to do the laundry, but I’m happy with that because I like to see the towels all rolled up and put away. Call me crazy, but I like to see them all lined up. My son was over at our house Friday afternoon for Easter egg coloring and remarked, “I brought my friend, ___ over to the house a year ago to get a tool out of your garage, and he was amazed at your organization. Then he asked me, ‘Is your dad a serial killer?’” I don’t see the relationship between organization and being a serial killer, but I may need counseling after that accusation. I just like order and structure. If it helps, our butcher knives are just piled in a drawer disorganized.
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