NEAT FREAKISH
This doesn’t happen to me so much outside of my own home, but it’s starting to drive me crazy. When I walk into the house, I immediately see the things that are out of place. The things that need to be cleaned, or put away. Today when I came home, the first thing I notice when I walk into the laundry room (aside from the blinking red light on the washing machine announcing that the load I put on a timer when I left this morning is done) is that Martin’s backpack is on the counter, along with his hat...