I'm a packrat... my husband is not.
Office/computer room... a mess. Papers, textbooks, and computer stuff everywhere.
Basement... a mess. Boxes and boxes of stuff my parents made me take out of their house when we got our own.
Kitchen counter... a mess. My spices tend not to stay in their cabinet
Master bedroom... parts of it are a mess. Mostly my old clothes that I have to go through and either mend or donate to charity.
The rest of the house is neat as a pin. I may be a packrat, but I confine my clutter to the above mentioned rooms. My husband closes the doors and pretends the clutter doesn't exist
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