When I was a bachelor, I had a very simple life: a bed, a TV, a computer, a stereo, and a couch. No storage rooms, no closets full of stuff: everything I owned was straightforward and functional.
Now? Well, bikerchic is having me haul around all these boxes and totes and piles of stuff for Christmas, and I swear we must have about 47,000 tons of stuff that even she doesn't know where some of the stuff came from.
It must be genetic.