Every woman needs at least one friend whose house is a bigger disaster than theirs. I am proud to say I have always been that woman for my friends. When my husband and I are alone in the house, we thrive in our mess since our priorities are perfectly compatible. The crisis occurs with my daughters before the new boyfriend becomes the husband. Then I am expected to indulge in a mad frenzy of cleaning so he won't realize until the ring is on his finger what genes his children will inherit.
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It looks warm and welcoming. I have a hard time with messy in my own house because it wears my brain out. Other people's though, no problem.
Well, my husband and I are strange. His records and cds are in perfect order, first by composer or artist, and then in chronological order within the first category. I find it immensely relaxing to put books and dvds in alphabetical order. So order is far more important to us than cleanliness. My computer and files are in good order. I hate it when I can't find something I need.
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