My dear old young mom posed a question on her blog today. Who is more OCD, men or women? I say- it depends. My husband, God bless him, but my sweet husband can go for weeks without replacing the empty roll of toilet paper. He'll just plop a new roll right above the old cardboard roll thingy sitting beside the toilet. He could live in a bathroom full of hairs and spills and dirt. It wouldn't bother him- he wouldn't notice. BUT take one look at his fly fishing gear and you'd think you were in a museum. The stinking Guggenheim! His gear is always organized, always spotless, and always perfectly put away. He could spend hours organizing his fly-tying equipment or putting away his bicycling stuff or camping equipment. So I guess he has selective OCD?
(But I wouldn't trade him for the world. He is wonderful. You can't have him!)
SIDENOTE- at my gypsy tea house, I would play Martin Sexton music at least 75% of the time as I believe it would be conducive to my creative, welcoming, diverse, thoughtprovoking, peaceful, fun coffee house mojo. Plus, we really like it.