The letter for today is: U, where I feature untidy and ugli fruit.
The only way my husband and I differ is in setting out our possessions. You know what I'm going to say: I'm tidy and he's not. The difference is minute. His untidy habits are seen in the fine detail, not the big picture. He might leave a chair slightly off-angle with the table, or hang the utensils in the wrong place. I'm oversimplifying here, but I'm sure you don't want to read through a list of minor transgressions.
I wouldn't dream of complaining. In the untidy stakes, he's in the bottom few.
His untidy habits are on the same level as the appearance of the ugli fruit, which isn't ugly at all. Whoever thought up this name should be shot for lack of imagination. Ugli fruit looks like a cross between a pear and a mandarin. This citrus fruit doesn't deserve its title any more than my husband can be called untidy.