The other day I came home and opened our pantry to find that all of the boxes on the top shelf were neatly placed on the shelf in descending order according to height rather than the jumbled mess I usually leave it. Apparently B had been to work.
Me: So, I see that you reorganized the pantry...
Me: And all of the boxes are in order of height...
Me: How very Sleeping With the Enemy of You
B: [blank stare]
Me: Remember when he declared all of the cans had to face front, and all of the towels had to hang evenly? And then if not, Julia Roberts got beat? Should I be worried?
B: When it comes to organization, I like to think of YOU as the enemy.