Maybe I have a little Joan Crawford in me, but I find this unacceptable:
This mess is behind the monitor on Gary’s computer desk. Usually I steer clear of his little hoarder haven, but I needed a big monitor for a work task. I was finally able to find the monitor cable after I gave up and left the room twice.
(He’s not really a hoarder. He’s just more disorganized than I am. I keep following mom’s advice: men don’t need a mother, they need autonomy.)