Harry Potter and the case of the secret cabinet.

I would say I’m a fairly organized woman. I have a drawer for my underwear, one for my bras, and then there is the sock drawer. My nail polish even has it’s own organized space coordinated by colors. I’m able to keep it this way because my Husband and I agree to keep our belongings separated. You won’t find his electric razor under my sink and you can believe his nose hair trimmer will never find it’s way into one of “my” drawers in the bathroom. I like it that way and it works for me.

He is, however, far more organized than me. When he first moved in he built shelves in the garage, which would hold organized boxes of his tools, and he labeled each box in black marker. You can easily read the outside of the box and instantly know if it’s the “sandpaper box” or the “paintbrush box” and that’s exactly how he refers to them now. I really find it amusing that each organized space of his has it’s own name – it’s own identity. There is the “pool supply shelf” or the “garden tool cabinet”. He calls every space, cabinet, drawer; closet a name identified by it’s content.

Recently I needed a pair of scissors and couldn't find any so I asked if he knew where any were.

His response, “look in my comb drawer, the one right above your vagina cabinet”.

I now have a “Vagina Cabinet”. Just lovely.