“He came and he brought all of his crap with him. Our house became ... he’s not a hoarder but he’s close, maybe,” Underwood said. “Shirts and stuff ... he loves to shop. He’s going to kill me. He has stuff come in, and I’m like. ‘It’s not going out fast enough. If you bring stuff in, stuff needs to go out. Do we need this shirt? It has a giant stain on the sleeve. Are we going to wear this again? No, then do something with it.’ It’s still hanging up there!” Geez! Well, it could be worse. At least she’s not controlling or a nag.
“I know he would say (that) I’m too controlling and I nag at him to get his stuff put up,” Underwood then told Ellen.
Oh, crap. Enjoy it while it lasts, Mike. We would.