Time to fess up: I'm a neat freak. Even writing the word clutter sends a shiver down my spine. Getting rid of things€”via donation, eBay, or the good ol' fashioned sanitation department€”gives me far more satisfaction than is probably healthy. I can self-diagnose my addiction as being directly linked to two things: 1) my intense love of shopping and 2) the formative years I spent in cramped, closet-deprived NYC apartments. My hubby, on the other hand, who spent just as many years in tiny apartments and never met a Banana Republic he didn't like, is a pack rat, though he prefers the title, "Collector of the Mundane." From VHS tapes (we don't have a VCR) to ATM receipts from 2003, he believes nothing is too inconsequential to save.