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In which we discover how truly anal I am.

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I have a large collection of vintage vinyl albums. It used to number close to 800, but I made the mistake of storing a large portion of them in my MIL’s attic years ago between moves and a leaky roof cut my collection in half. Today, after culling… it’s slightly over 350, and though they’ve been housed in plastic crates for the past 20 years, I recently decided they should be relocated to the man cave in vintage wooden beer or whiskey crates.

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Did I mention my albums are organized alphabetically?

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The Dewar’s scotch crate that I liberated from the husband’s stash (because if he’s not going to give it to the pub, he can give it to me) has A-B.

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When I pick up a few replacements here and there at flea markets?

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Adjustments must be made.

Pickwick Ale?

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C, D, E and F.

Those were the only two alcohol related crates my husband had in his crap treasure filled cellar, so I guess I’ll have to go antique shopping for G through Z.

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The sign of a disorganized mind?

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My husband started working from home in March of 2020, you know… the year when life as we knew it ended. This means he took over my (always neat, clean and organized) office.

The husband?

Not so neat, clean and organized.

In case you didn’t know, he is the King of Post Its.

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Files? Who needs ‘em when you have open wall space.

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The overflow covered my printer…

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And the top of my A through F collection of vinyl.

Yes, my old record albums are crated alphabetically.

I told you I was organized.

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