Bills says I have "Flat Surface Syndrome" which means if there's a flat surface I put something on it. If you read my post yesterday, you know this is true because my desk is buried under piles. I have tried to do better at not doing that. For instance; our dining room table can be used at any given time without having a five minute cleaning off period. The butcher block and microwave fall victim to F.S.S. more often when I'm cooking or looking for recipes. We are limited on space, so sometime I can't help it. I do try to not leave things on a surface for more than a couple of days.
If I have F.S.S. then Bill has "Next To Where It Belongs Syndrome" or N.T.W.I.B.S. He has the uncanny ability to place things next to where they should go. Back when we had a dishwasher, he would place his dirty dishes on the counter. Next to the sink, or next to the dishwasher as it were, but often times not actually in the dishwasher. His magazines are next to the cute (very expensive) basket I bought for the explicit use of holding magazines. His shoes are next to the bed, where I constantly stub my toes when folding the laundry and his clean clothes are often found on top of his dresser, not actually in it.
Yup, Bill I called you out. Because you make fun of my F.S.S., and I want to make fun of your N.T.W.I.B.S.
This could be one for the Blah, Blah, Blog. Maybe we should go for it (you do come up with better acronyms).