Organization

...Or lack thereof. Art has a filing system, or so he insists, and what's amazing is that he knows exactly where a receipt, even the one that is really small with all the print faded, is located in these piles of what I call 'organized chaos'. There was always one pile of organized chaos on the table, the window seat, and one drawer that was rapidly filling up with his organized chaos. As his volunteer and super attractive secratary, I finally broke down and bought him an accordian style folder [insert Seinfeld jokes here] and spent the morning getting his organized chaos to be more organized and less chaos. I did pretty well, with a small pile of papers that I have no idea where to put them. Those will just have to wait until he's home and I force him to go through them. No longer will there be piles of papers on the table, the window seat and the drawer can go back to holding the good cloth napkins and tablecloths we never use!