My family finds me hilarious. And by hilarious, I mean profoundly annoying.
I’ve always been consistently neat and tidy, if not altogether clean and shiny. I will first make piles of dirt if I can’t clean it up right away. Dirt doesn’t bother me like messes do. Maybe that’s wrong, but so is judging others. So stop it.
But sometimes, even if you’re a neat freak, life happens and you can’t clean the messes up in a timely manner. They will get away from you, and you are left to wonder how things got to be so out of hand. And then one day you dump out your purse and it looks like this:
And in the midst of trying to figure out why you carry so many panty-liners and tissue packs and pads of paper and cash in a baggie instead of your wallet and a sunglasses case instead of sunglasses, you will find a lime. And you will question your whole existence.