Yes, you heard me. Organization. As I tackled the two loads of laundry we've accumulated in the past week, DF pops his head into the laundry room and says, "Babe, can we organize the pantry? It's driving me nucking futs."
Well of course Darling Fiancee! Oh course we can!
To be fair, it was a mess. So we emptied the entire pantry out onto the kitchen table.
6 boxes of popcorn? Really people?
DF nearly gave up. Although, isn't he adorable when he's frustrated?
Seriously Rae, more pictures?
We threw out everything old and expired. Which was a lot. I was shocked how much crap was in there.
Then we slowly started to organize and put everything back. It only took about an hour, but we went from this:
Thank god I'm marrying someone who is as Type A as I am. Organization is the key to happiness in my opinion.
And you know what they say, the couple that organizes together stays together. (Ok, "they" don't really say that, but I'm sure "they" would.)