Phone book Hoarder

Now, I’m sure this is just a guy delivering phone books:

But I see a ton of junked-up cars in my neighborhood which remind me of the people on A&E’s Hoarders show.

Halvers and I watched a few episodes of Hoarders last night. That show makes me completely paranoid and induces cleaning sprees.

My problem is not hoarding per se – I don’t buy too much crap or have trouble throwing it away. My problem is not putting things away. Clean laundry stays in the basket, clean dishes stay in the rack, and when I go shopping, I’ll refrigerate the groceries and leave the rest of the purchases in bags on the kitchen table for days.

The dogs both add to the chaos and help prevent it. They shed, tread mud, and sprinkle bones throughout the apartment. But the dogs also keep any disorganization to a minimum because of the constant threat of them having a “LET’S DESTROY EVERYTHING” moment.

And because I lived in Miami, land of the roaches, food is never, ever left out. The dogs and the threat of mice and fruit flies demand that all foodstuffs get zipped, sealed, and refrigerated.

But there are still shoes, bones, and laundry spread around, it looks crazy, and some cleaning will be done before the A&E crew comes…