I have long-called myself a borderline neat freak, and I justify the italicized word by saying that I don't really mind if my home, my car, my desk, my sock drawer gets totally ripped before I do anything about it. However, when I get in the mood, it's cleaning time!
I list these things proudly:
Friends, family, co-workers and even mechanics have commented on how absolutely clean the interior of my vehicle is. One guy even said, "That's the cleanest car I've ever seen." When we sold the Petite Filet's old car, the sale was made by the spotlessness of it. Our cars get dirty, but I'm pretty detailed when it comes time to scrub 'em.
Our hall bathroom may be falling apart, but you could practically eat off the floor or toilet seat. Um, wouldn't recommend it, though. Just the thought of it is kinda gross.
The yard may need some serious landscaping help, but by golly the fallen leaves are all mulched and the trees mostly trimmed. The neighbors' trash that blows into my yard is also picked up post haste.
The silverware drawer in the kitchen is a model of efficiency and neatness, despite the PF's insisting we need to store used twist ties in there ("You never know when you'll need one."). The Smithsonian is going to host an exhibit on our drawer, with a larger-than-life-size replica of the drawer and its contents on display. It's that awesome.
Here's how you can tell if you, too, are a neat freak:
You think the Hoover administration refers to "use of the vaccuum cleaner" rather than the staff of U.S. President Herbert Hoover leading up to the Great Depression. Consequently, the Great Depression for you means that you're out of vaccuum-cleaner bags.
You're so clean you have seriously considered white carpet in your living room (this also probably means you don't have kids or pets).
Your idea of a quick tidy-up takes about five days.
Organization is a virtue.
People ask you for cleaning tips.
Your hands usually smell like a cross between Mr. Clean and Febreeze.
You actually wash the windows in your home, inside and out, on a regular basis. If so, you really are a freak. Seek some help.
You have the Goodhousekeeping Seal tatooed on your butt.
You think "Pigpen" on the Peanuts is Satan's spawn.
Your bathroom is so clean you actually have eaten off the toilet.
You dream about cleaning.
As a kid, the Dow scrubbing bubbles were your heroes. You wanted to be one when you grew up.
And you're a Republican too? God, you scare me......
I am a neat freak too!! The doctor says its OCD. Hehe. My truck is so spotless, you could eat from the wheels!
Dew
Whew! I came pretty close, but missed it with the white carpet idea...we have dogs and kids!
I'm the spawn of SATAN? C'mon cut it out. Flattery will get you nowhere my friend. :)
im on my way to seek help now... im way worse than this. i scrub my baseboards with bleach and a toothbrush on a regular basis - and i love my white carpet!
Definitely OCD, my friend :)
I used to be such a Suzy Homemaker... then I realized that I have a finite amount of time in this old world, and there were way too many more important things to do than dust. My beds are made, and dishes put away, but the cobwebs in the corners, and the dustbunnies under the beds are ignored.
I wouldn't consider myself a neat freak, but if something is out of place in my car or something I will have a fit. I am only obsessed about certian things. Hope the holiday went well!
I am the antithesis of neat freak. I am pathologically messy.
The in-laws have nicknamed me Howard Hughes. I am a habitual hand washer. BTW, there is a bottle of Windex in the overhead filing cabinet at work.
One more, dont put your oily, fricken finger on my computer monitor, point dont touch! (if you do, Ill be pissed and then clean it) haha
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