Moving is just another excuse to LABEL!

My OCD reaches new heights!

"Don't judge me," I say peremptorily as I come upstairs from the basement.

The DNB looks at me suspiciously.

"Don't do it," I reiterate.

He rushes over to where I'm kneeling by a stack of boxes. "BABY NO," he says in disbelief.

He watches as I attach computer print-outs to label each box we will be storing in our new basement.

"I can't not," I try to explain. "It's a sickness...."