...doesn't mean you have to cover it with crap!
I swear, my husband is a human stuff generating machine. I had the ironing board up in our bedroom for less than two hours and when I returned to put it away he'd piled it with stuff! Receipts (one dating back to 2001), crumpled napkins from the coffee bar at the hospital, business cards with scribbles on them, laundry...
The top of his dresser is completely obscured, as is his desk. I have to be a total drill sargeant to keep our dining room table clear of his flotsam and jetsam and I've nearly given up on the kitchen counter. Basically, if he can find a horizontal surface he's going to spew all over it. It's just maddening. Where does he pick up all these bits and pieces of paper? How could one person gather so much random stuff?
I swear, my husband is a human stuff generating machine. I had the ironing board up in our bedroom for less than two hours and when I returned to put it away he'd piled it with stuff! Receipts (one dating back to 2001), crumpled napkins from the coffee bar at the hospital, business cards with scribbles on them, laundry...
The top of his dresser is completely obscured, as is his desk. I have to be a total drill sargeant to keep our dining room table clear of his flotsam and jetsam and I've nearly given up on the kitchen counter. Basically, if he can find a horizontal surface he's going to spew all over it. It's just maddening. Where does he pick up all these bits and pieces of paper? How could one person gather so much random stuff?
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