I'm very particular about how I like my stuff.
I prefer my hand towels perfectly arranged, I cannot handle clean dishes remaining in the dishwasher, and I put my shoes away in their proper home in the closet as soon as they come off my feet.
Scott... well, he isn't like this.
I feel very fortunate that we've had these past seven or eight months of living in the same town, because this has certainly opened our (his) eyes to our (my) idiosyncrasies.
But what happens when we live in the same space?
Stay tuned.... I'll let you know in about six months.