Your car hasn't seen the inside of the garage for years.

The Stairmaster is covered with clothes waiting to be ironed.

The ironing board is covered with barbells.

You've got to take a running leap at the closet door in order to shut it.

The median expiration date of food in your pantry lands smack in the middle of the Jimmy Carter administration.

The junk in your basement is so old it's now considered vintage.

You leave your clothes in the dryer. After all, it's like an extra drawer.

You still have warranties of long-discarded appliances.

Showers of plastic take-out containers rain down on you when you open your kitchen cabinet door.

You don't just have a junk drawer. You have an entire junk room.