For those of you who don't know me, I L.O.V.E to organize. It's no joke. I once thought I wanted to be a professional closet organizer. You know, the people who work at California Closets. I thought it would such fun to purge people's junk.
Well, January is considered organizing month. I love it, seriously. I love it especially when my friends ask me to help organize their basements or kitchens or whatever. It's a sickness, I know.
Yesterday, Little Miss and I were ready to walk out the door and I couldn't find my keys. I quickly searched the house and couldn't find them...then I remembered she was walking around with them the day before. I searched the house again except at her level, still nothing.
Jeremy came home and thought the situation was quite hysterical. I had been working my way around the house organizing every room one at a time in hopes to find the keys. We decided to look in the basement and in 2 minutes, he found them.
At least the keys are found and I can use my car again. At least my main floor of the house is organized. At least it's a good story to tell and now I can laugh about it.
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