Last Night's Conversation

Yesterday after church (and the traditional 2-hour nap), Jason and I decided to start cleaning out the house, getting it ready to sell (or for the new baby's room - which ever comes first). Background information that is pertinent to this story includes the fact that my adorable, great husband takes up 80% of the closet space in our house (HOUSE - not just our closet). All of his suits and dress shirts consume the entire guest bedroom, of our drawer space, his clothes occupy 9/11 drawers, and in our closet alone, my clothes reside in only 3/7 spaces (who gets the top shelves in there? you guessed it: the 6'5 man).
So last night he decided to "consolidate" his clothes and make more space for the new baby and clear out clutter. And he sure did get on a roll. He worked for hours re-arranging and organizing. Now mind you, the man has an INSANE amount of basketball shorts and t-shirts...but his shoes more than quadruple the amount I have (sad, I know).
So as I'm folding clothes from all the laundry we did that day and preparing to put them all away, he says:
"Oh babe - let me show my new system (system??)..."
"When you put my clothes up, I now have separate shelves my basketball shorts need to be divided into...this shelf is for all Razorback shorts, this one for Bentonville shorts, and this one for all miscellaneous ones."
Seriously??? The only words that came to mind as I figured, "He must be joking...".
No folks. No jokes here.
In fact, he furthered to show me how he now had designated drawers for Razorback t-shirts, Bentonville t-shirts, plain t-shirts, and then all others...
And then it got worse.
I went to hang up some of his shirts (which are are also color-coordinated now) and he stopped me with a grin on his face as I reached to hang one on a plastic white hanger.
"Honey, do you see the pattern??" He said implying I was obviously doing something wrong.
"Um, I'm hanging your colored shirt with the rest of them...??? What's the problem??"
"Babe, these shirts all go on metal hangers...the white hangers are used for the shirts on the opposite rack now."
OH. MY. GOSH. are you SERIOUS!!!
So the remainder of the night was spent with me calling him a nerd and telling him I never new what a neurotic husband I had on my hands.