The title of this post would never appear in my internal monologue--
well maybe heavily laden with sarcasm or after several cocktails. I
would much rather be making a mess than picking one up. Nonetheless, I
spent a good portion of every childhood Saturday getting my room
probably not clean, but at least "decent" as my parents said. My
sister, however, took great zeal in organizing her disheveled sister
and often hailed the war cry, "Susie, let's organize your room!" to
which I could only say yes. Someone else actually wants to clean? Did
I hear that right? Even if it meant Annie donning viser and clipboard,
it was better than facing the chaos alone and the result was probably
much better with her at my side(or breathing down my neck). And now,
even as adults, Annie pitches in with some organizing hours and this
particular project was long overdue (recall the picture of Finn with
his hands and mouth overflowing with emroidery thread). All I had to
do was put all that tangled thread into duffle with the box my mom
gave years ago at Christmas, give it to Annie and several days later
it reappeared completely done! Yahoo! Thanks Annie!
