Last night 'round the ole dinner table, the family decided to each describe ourselves in three words. The first word I blurted out was
ORGANIZED
and Big and HM promptly started to laugh. Loudly.
Offended, I retorted that I WAS very organized. The laughing turned to guffaws.
Big said, "This house? It can be a MESS."
Yes, it can. I argue that I am both organized AND messy. A seeming contradiction, but, you can be both. Everything may have a place. . . one just might not choose to put it there at a given time. Ergo, mess. Which can easily be remedied because I am so
ORGANIZED.
I long time ago, in a state far, far away, I was team-teaching with
Organicsyes. We had a reputation. . . .she was the creative one, and I was the organized one. This used to make me bristle. I was creative too!
not really But now, it looks like I have lost my organized rep altogether, despite my tireless
not to mention successful! efforts at organizing CheekyMonkeydom. Ah, well. A prophet is never believed. . . or appreciated. . .in her hometown. Or in her home, for that matter.
Sigh. Off to organize a reading binder for Big and work on cleaning and organizing HM's office. Just call me Rodney Dangerfield. I mean, the Wrangler.