Redemption. Or Something Like It.

Remember the other day when I told you all that Jen is a closet neat freak (no pun intended- HA!) and I was going to move to have her tidy ass fired from Aiming Low?

Well, APPARENTLY she reads the site because this is how I found her stuff a few days later:

It’s like my own private version of “Scared Straight”, except it’s called “Scared Disorganized.”  Or “Scared Messy.”  Or “Scared Normal.”  (My husband just said “Or ‘Scared Meghan.’”  To which I replied:  ”Watch it, or I’ll be Scared Celibate. Asshole.”)

I take great pride in this.  By the time I’m done with her, I predict that Jen’s underwear drawer might *not* be organized by color.  Or, maybe it won’t even be organized at all.

I have big dreams.  Go big or go home, right?

Tagged as: OCD, things we make fun of each other for, traveling