I love that story about the BIL in the kitchen...I've been so tempted to holler that at people. Bless my hubby, he cannot get his head around the way I set up the kitchen. I finally told him (after going on cabinet safari to find my salad tongs) that I don't rearrange his garage, he is to stay out of my kitchen. Period. He can wash the dishes, and fix himself something to eat, but he's not allowed to put anything where he thinks it ought to be.