My name is (insert random name here) and I'm married to a piler. The word, "piler" refers to the man or woman who piles his or her own crap continuously, in any open area of desktop, countertop or otherwise open space, without care or concern for their bitching significant other. They appear to be deathly afraid of trash cans and recycle bins as it is very common to find their trash adjacent to its intended resting place. I'm sure many of you are faced with the dilemma of having a special piler in your life and you may even be a piler yourself. Anyway you look at it, the problem of piling is one that is more than likely worldwide, but I'm going to do my part in eradicating my hubby of this wicked disease. I strongly believe that a person who is a piler is only a step away from being a hoarder and I don't relish the thought of living with hubby and his 50 year old collection of vitamin wrappers and used snot rags (which by the way, will still be lying by the trashcan). I'm thinking about starting a support group for survivors of pilers and I'm going to call it S.H.I.T. (Supporting pre-Hoarders In Trouble). Please let me know if you're interested and I'll send you an application...hubby has a whole stack on his desk ;o).