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I Married Mr. Anal

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If you can't beat 'em, learn to appreciate 'em.

Michelle Kemper Brownlow: My husband can be categorized in one word -- ANAL! And he married an artist. Let me help you visualize this. His closet looks like a department store, and mine looks like it threw up on itself. His favorite phrase, with random toy in hand, is, "Why isn't this in its home?"

organized man and closet

From the time we were married, everything was labeled. Winter boots were in the "winter" bin. There were only books on the bookshelf. Our cereal was dumped into uniform-sized, see-through plastic containers. My soup cans stood on three-tiered risers with label turned forward.

Today there is a chart (computer-generated, of course) on our fridge outlining every family member's role in making sure our household runs like a well-oiled machine. This is more than a list of chores. People ask how I deal with his meticulous, sometimes-over-the-top expectations. I smile and thank God once again for Mr. Anal.

They say opposites attract -- and in our case, nothing could be more dead-on. I used to buck the system, but I have learned to have fun with it. Sometimes I actually dare to remove the paperclip from his toothpaste and squish the tube into a funny shape just to get a rise out of him.

Having a husband that is uber-organized has helped me to put more value on keeping order. It has shown me that an opposite personality doesn't always mean conflict. Let's face it, if my children lived with me alone, their socks would never match and their clothes would be wrinkled. Look at any artist -- they are not usually put together all that well.

My husband has taught me that when things are in their place, there's more time for life. Of course, I have taught him that lunch in a hand-painted brown bag is wicked cool!

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Anonymous November 20, 2009, 5:25 PM

Mr. Anus?

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