Messy Marvin

Let me start out by saying I love my boyfriend...I really really do.  He's just not the neatest person on the planet...it has nothing to do with food or dishes or anything like that (thank the Lord)...but for the love of God this guy has clothes everywhere. I know any of you that saw my room in my mom's house are dying laughing right now and my mom is probably saying 'that's karma'...but golfer has clothes all over the place and 7 things hanging in the closet. We have his and hers walk-in closets...mine is FILLED to capacity and his has 7 things hanging up, two (filled) GIANT Rubbermaid bins on the floor and (clean) clothes on top of the hamper.  Not to mention he has three empty dresser drawers and two empty nightstand drawers just waiting to be put to use.  If I had my clothes when I moved in, the first thing I would've done was unpack them!  I was so excited about this closet!  The second I picked up thirteen my few boxes from the post office I starting hanging away! 

Maybe I'm crazy, but living out of a suitcase/bin doesn't feel like home to me...it feels like a temporary arrangement...maybe he's getting ready to move back to the Keys...HMMM, that's food for thought.

Sunday night he asked, "How long is it socially acceptable for me to be living out of bins?" My response was "I think you have about 48 more hours...it's been a week"....we'll see how many articles of clothing meet a hanger and find their rightful place in the closet tonight.  

Don't get me wrong, if living out of plastic containers is the only thing he does that boggles my mind, that's okay with me...but I have a feeling this isn't over.