You see that desktop? This is why my brain is exploding.
I have a to-do list that is growing by the
day hour minute second,
and I have the organizational skills of a two year old.
I blame this on my dad, who's desk at work was always covered in stacks
and stacks of papers, some of them dating back years.
I always have the best organizing intentions (my Pinterest is full of all kinds
of sweet, intuitive organizational systems that I like to pin and then forget about completely),
but nothing lasts more than a few days, and then I'm back to my old habits,
sticking sweaters next to tank tops in my closet or saving every single
computer file to my desktop because I KNOW I can find it that way, even if it means
I have to dig through 1,000 pictures of Yoshi before I finally uncover it.
The other day I cleaned out my purse
(not because I wanted to, of course, but because my wrists were killing me from too
much typing and it was pretty much either clean out my purse or clean the toilet)
and I found FOUR rolls of quarters, six ink pens and copious amounts of receipts,
many of them dating back to March or April.
Once, at a restaurant, Ryan said he wished he had some Parmesan cheese.
Sucks to suck, I replied.
But then...yes, I remembered, I had packets of Parm lurking in the depths of my purse,
shoved in there (by Ryan himself, I might add) one day when we were leaving a pizza place,
and long ago forgotten.
Don't judge, people.
One of these days I'll be organizing like a pro.
Until then, apparently I'm your go-to girl if you need cheese on the run.