Clutter Endorsed At Last

The house is eerily quiet. Everyone but me is miraculously nestled quietly in their beds. I'm guzzling sugar with coffee and cream at a dangerous clip. My burnt toast is scratchy going down but buttery enough to be do-able.

Here I am, anchoring myself for dear-life in the midst of my cluttered computer desk, when I'm scanning the day's top stories on Yahoo when - what should magically load on-screen before my eyes - a professionally packaged news story that hails, not derails, clutter queens like me.


Can this be real or did I stir the wrong powdery white stuff in my cup of Joe this misty, smog bogged Southern California morning? Was I possibly viewing another spoof story from The Onion? Nope, we're talking REAL news, people.

Spookily croon on in my head Mister Phil Collins ... "I've been waiting for this moment for all my life ..."

What better time to suggest that all y'all neat freaks fall off your perfectly dusted, primped and shined anally-perfect, hyper-mod pedestals from West Elm and EAT MY WELL-ACCUMULATED DUST!

While you're at it, all the Type A perfect pants might as well eat what's left of the suspicious, mystery elephant animal cracker that just trickled mostly in soggy crumbs from beneath a stack of accordion-ed papers that should have been neatly filed away in my imaginary filing cabinet a year or two ago AT LEAST!

Check the story out if you can see your monitor at this point, that is past your leaning tower of mess.
Clutter and Mess Trump Clean and Neat

Who am I kidding? I abhor my cluttered up junk piles. I can hardly find anything when I need it, even my precious ones' muy importante vaccination records at times. Now that's bad.