A recovering slob walks into a tiny house…

I can vividly recall climbing over the 5 foot tall mountain of laundry to get to the garage. Instead of doing laundry, I would buy more clothes. When we downsized to move into the RV, I stopped counting after 20 full trash bags of clothing to be donated.

I am a slob.

No, I am a recovering slob.

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