We All Have Our Match

When they say you know a lot about a person when you look at their underwear drawer I laugh. I laugh even harder when they say you know a lot about a person when you look at their sock drawer because with Nick and I, it is terribly true.

Exhibit A

Nick's sock drawer. Not only organized by color, but by type AND brand. So what does this say about Nick? Cleanly, organized, mature, he sets goals and he is 5'10". I might start hiring him out ladies, look at his good work and I will make sure the price is fair. (Nick, I know you are reading this via email and I haven't cleared that with you yet but you have a talent.)

Exhibit B

Mine are all shoved into a tiny little compartment. What does this say about me? Lazy, careless and oh my gosh is that a pair of nasty hospital socks? I know it definitely doesn't scream goal setter but I wasn't allowed another bowl of peanut butter crunch until my socks were paired. However, nobody said anything about them being paired to their match.

Nick has now allowed me to have the whole closet and has bought himself a dresser because every time he had to go into the closet we have the same conversation...

Nick: You know...

Me: Don't say it, I know.

Nick: It is so easy to put your clothes in the drawers so they fit.

Me: Yeah I know, I will do it later.

Nick: You are so weird.

Me: Not weird, just lazy.