Mistress of Disorganization

When you're disorganized...

The laundry that you put in the wash on Tuesday morning will still be there waiting for you by Thursday morning.

The garage door won't open because something fell against it on the inside.

Dishes will call your name with the kind of mosquito sound that only teenagers can hear but choose to ignore also.

An eight pound bag of bread flour will slide off the dogfood you put on the back seat and slide onto a jack laying on the floor.  It will then burst open, creating a mound of what looks like crack.... from what I'm told.  FYI: The amount left fits in four - gallon sized plastic bags.

Not my photo.  I didn't have my camera handy and the amount of mild swearing that I did was not enough to make me think to go grab it.

Surprisingly enough, the only thing I'm able to keep up on is the neighbor's chickens!

Oh dang... I just remembered I left this morning's four eggs sitting on the counter...