My husband has a rather obsessive personality. If he gets into something, then he's in with both feet, let me tell you. When it comes to football, he knows everything about every team and player.
And he might as well have a Mountain Dew IV going... He's the same way about chocolate. Hmph.
It's also impossible to get the man to throw anything away. I got fed-up with his closet yesterday, and I rearranged the whole thing. You see, on Sunday he got aggravated because he could not find his khaki pants. They were in his closet the whole time, and I came across them when I was putting clothes away. That's what set me off.
The man has forty-two tee shirts and 14 sleevless shirts. I didn't bother counting pants, sweaters, dress shirts, and so forth. You get the idea. He also has two tubs of winter clothes put up, and the whole bottom rack in his closet is also long-sleeved shirts. Raise your hand if you agree with the ridiculousness of that!
How many shirts does a man need? I don't even have that many clothes. I think he's had many of those shirts from before we were married (almost 10 years.)
On the bright side, at least he doesn't drink! Or play golf! There's just something about those little golf carts and hats that I can't bear...