My husband has the larger desktop computer. As soon as he scoots, I head into his room to take advantage of the larger screen. I leave myself little notes on his desk-stick-ems. They accumulate. He keeps buying me tablets to use for my notes, but still I grab those 2x3s to put book titles and such on. Now we can't remove the stick'ems from his desk entirely (already thought of that solution) since he uses them to mark off pages he's going to write about.
After a few days, and I swear they grow even if they're not fed, there are dozens. Fridays are especially bad--guess why.
Okay, what drives the person you live with crazy about you? Or vice-versa. (Phil never met a drawer that needed closing).