I admire organized people.
I honestly don’t know how they do it. Anyone with an ounce of organizational skills truly amazes me. It’s like watching the second coming of Jesus when I see people clean and tidy anything. I’d love to be able to do that and I’m eager to learn some tips. Seems like putting stuff away after I’m through with it is the simplest concept to master. It’s so gosh-darn simple that even those of us with stale potato chips for brains could surely get the hang of it. But I never could despite my best attempts and I’m not really sure why. When it comes to organizing anything I can turn a Martha Stewart spread into a royal mess no matter how many saints intervene. MY own abilities at staying on the ball probably rivals those of opossums in their efforts at staying off the road. My own residence looks like it has been taken over by a pack of organizationally challenged opossums who got tired of playing on the road and decided to come over and camp out at my place. Like me, they aren’t worth a darn either. Opossums won’t help you clean or do any work around the house. All they do is hog the TV and criticize my choice of potato chips and other snacks I got lying around. You can’t please the buggers no matter what you do. And when you fuss at them they ignore you by playing dead which strikes me as pretty rude, even by opossum standards.
I think I’ll take a cue and play dead myself. I can tell already that it’s gonna be a long week.
