Here's a true story that will give you some sense of my priorities. In my last apartment, I had a pantry. As I'm not much of a cook, I used the drawers to store shoes and sweaters.

The secret to my parents' successful marriage is that my Mom never goes into the back half of the basement. That's because my Dad's slob tendencies (which I've definitely inherited) are in full effect back there.

A friend of mine just bought a house with a huge attic. He claims that he and his wife are actually going to use it to store babies, but in the meantime, it's a good spot for old Christmas decorations.