Before I got married, I was a neat freak. Then I married someone who stacks her mail in a pile and goes through the pile once a year. I thought I would influence her to clean up her act, but instead she influenced me and now the entire apartment is a mess. Mostly it's just a big pile of mail.
My mom visited last night and said, "I'm glad you loosened up a little and you're ok with your apartment looking like this."
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