I'll just admit it right away; I'm an organizational nerd. The highlight of my week was finally organizing the butcher block drawer and the little cubbies above the desk. This was no halfhearted project; it involved labels, interlocking trays, and an expandable bamboo drawer organizer.
"Surprise!" I told my hubby as I whipped open the cabinet doors with a flourish.
"That's...nice...honey," he replied, attempting to sound gracious. If I'm a Type A, he's pretty much a Type Z, but he does his best to tolerate my habits.
I tried to be gracious too. I gave him four places to put his junk--four drawers that I will not touch, will not look in, and will not talk about.
How's that for a marriage compromise?!