OPPOSITES ATTRACT

The love of my life and I are so different it is amazing we have lived together for almost 55 years. He is a neat freak. I am an absolute slob. I give everything a lick and a promise with no date set for the promise. He cleans and cleans and cleans and stands back to see if he missed anything. If I miss something it will still be there when I come back again.I can walk right by something that needs to be corrected, such as a crooked rug or something that needs to be picked up. I used the excuse "I didn't see it" until successful cataract surgery won't let me use that one again. When I come home anything I have in my hands is dropped on the dining area table to gather dust until I am reminded by "you know who" to find someplace to put it. That brings us to subject of where that "place" is. I call it my office. It was just a small sitting room for me to read in. It had a rocking chair and a reading lamp beside my huge bookcase.
It was the perfect secluded spot. Then one day my better half says
"There is an ad in the paper for an office desk would you like to
have it?" That is what caused the chaos in the little study.
I know he is thankful that the room has a door that closes.
Even our closest friends have never been in it.
CHAOS stands for
CAN'T HAVE ANYONE OVER SYNDROME

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