Looking around her home and seeing her dazzling Christmas decor completely in place before even Thanksgiving, I knew that if she were able to shrink down like Dennis Quaid in Innerspace to take a walk around my decidely un-OCD mind, she would be horrified. I'm not hopelessly disgusting, just really messy, and for some reason I don't lose things all that often. I just know my skill set, and organization is not high on that list.
Over the past week, I have taken personal inventory of ways that I know I make people crazy...so this blog post is an apology to all the meticulous people that I interact with on a daily basis.
I'm sorry I don't always untangle my earbuds before using them [Tangent: and by "don't always," you know I mean "almost never."]
I'm sorry that my filing system is simply piles of stuff.
|is it irony that that slip of paper says "organization"|
I'm sorry that no matter how much junk mail I delete, my home screen looks like this:
...and while we are at it...sorry my desktop looks like this:
I'm sorry my purse is like the Barney Bag or Mary Poppins satchel.
After reading this, I imagine latent OCD is flaring up in many of you, and for that, I am sorry. I'm highly aware of my shortcomings, and know these little quirks/oversights must infuriate you. Thanks for loving me anyway...even though I am fairly terrible.