Bombed

My son bug-bombed his apartment this week and decided was advised to launder all his clothes and linens after the bombing.  Which means now MY house has exploded.

First of all...I had no idea what a clothes horse he is.  How can anyone own so many clothes?  I think his plan is to have enough clothes that he only needs to do laundry at the beginning of each season.  We have piles in the guest room, piles in the office, piles in the laundry room a load in the washer and one in the dryer.

Secondly...this is how different my son and I are:

Since he's at work today, and I'm at home, I thought I'd lend a hand.

Here is his completed work...

Here is mine...

And if he sees this, he will claim, "It's the artist in me."

And I will admit, I'm a little OCD.

Confession--I didn't even know he came to my house and slept here last night.  A little scary.