"I'm a total neat freak," she tells me. "I have ocd. I clean thoroughly every weekend and like to keep the place spotless."
"Ok," I say. "I try to stay clean and will do my best. Just let me know if I leave a mess and I'll take care of it toot sweet." I smile at my bastardized French.
"Cool," she replies. "But seriously, I'll be cleaning all the time."
I'm beginning to doubt that she even knows what OCD means.