It's rough living with someone who is anal retentive. My husband could give Martha a run for her money. Most women who know me drool over the fact that I don't do dishes, laundry or otherwise clean the house. It's not that I mind doing those things but the fact of the matter is, I could never live up to the expectations of my husband. Were I to clean the kitchen, he'd be in there as soon as I was done re-doing or, in his words "touching up" everything I had done. I know what it's like to be 5, make your bed the best you can and have your parents come in and "redo" it. The strike on your self-esteem and psyche that causes is the same whether you are 5 or 32. So, I gave up. I don't do those things anymore and The Husband doesn't seem to want me to. I've accepted this facet of my life. I've accepted this trait of my husband and, in fact, embraced it in some ways. Yet, I'm absolutely dumbfounded over the passion he has been infusing into his latest project. Doorknobs. Yes, my dear readers, my husband decided to change all the doorknobs in our home. At first I didn't think anything of it. When I saw the price tag on the doorknobs I nearly keeled over. Yet I still accepted this desire of his with open arms. I've folded my arms now and I'm starting to fume that this project is overtaking his life. Work? Nope, he's putting on doorknobs. Gently dissuade your child from running a screwdriver up and down the walls? Nope, he's putting on doorknobs. I'll never get it...