Your Clutter Reflects Your Life
A cluttered life is a cluttered mind, so unless you want to be committed to the R-Wing, clean up your act. Go ahead and call Marie, spend oodles of your hard-earned cash having someone babysit your useless tidying efforts, or strap a set on and let's go! Seriously, folks. Begin with your car. I knew a woman in her early 30s who was a driving county dump. She claimed she gathered her soda cans for the extra-added income from recycling. Please. Spare me the excuses for your traveling dumpsite. It was then I realized who was peeking into my closets and yanking the bathroom curtains back at my dinner parties. The mobile county dump! She was positive she'd find my dirty laundry hiding in the bathtub. However, she was too mentally numb to realize everything I do is in a perfect line and I immediately notice when something is moved. The first thing I do to get to really know another is to gracefully peek into their car. Aha! You're d...