Will likes to say he's attracted to my brain and my booty. I'm so glad he's not one of those spouses who are attracted to a clean house. Our house looks like a dump. There's cinnamon dumped all over the windowsill in the kitchen in an holistic way to keep out those pesky ants. I'm trying to get the guest room to not smell like cat pee. And our bathroom nearly competes with the one in "Trainspotting".