…so help me, if I don’t find that single, snotty piece of paper I am going to SCREAM! There is nothing—nothing, I tell you—like a dose of disorganization to send me careening off into a thousand different directions.
“What’s up with this messy closet?”
“When’s the last time this drawer’s been cleaned?”
“School? Who’s got time for school?”
(Not really, but I find it very hard to focus when things go missing.)
(It’s a sheet listing the prices for my children’s piano tuition next year, since you asked.)
(Did you ask?)
(I’m sorry. I’m hard of hearing.)
On days like today I need to take humor breaks, and lots of them. The actor Jim Carrey doing improv?
That’ll more than do.
(We saw this movie this weekend. It was dark but we enjoyed it.)
(In large part, due to Carrey.)