I confess: I mow my lawn in November, not to mow up the remaining leaves, but because when it snows I want the snow be flat.
I confess: I gathered leaves today, and it looked so nice and pretty (especially since I mowed afterwards... see above). So when a breeze came today and blew more leaves off the trees, I went out to the lawn gathering them up so it would continue to look NICE. Pointless, but made me feel better.
I confess: My driveway drives me crazy. It is pitted and chipped, and doesn't allow me to effectively clean it. My leaf blower and power washer have had to settle for cleaning the front sidewalks. I think I'd give just about anything to have it replaced... but my husband thinks I'm being silly.
I confess: as soon as sheets are no longer crisp, or if ANY crumbs get in the bed... I have to change the sheets. If I had the time and patience, I would change them every 3-4 days. Nothing is as great as the smell of fresh sheets.