My first thought before getting to my topic . . . font choice, Comic Sans MS . . . there really isn't anything funny about this font.  In fact, I think my color choice makes me happier than the font.  But now that I look at it as I leave my breadcrumbs with each keystroke, it does look pretty cool.

See?!?  I have so much clutter my brain is cluttered that I can't begin my thoughts on clutter.  I'm working in my office, which is still kind of a guest room, surrounded by magazines, water bottles, a baby monitor, an overflowing wastebasket, folders, toys, and the big one . . . a bed full of Mary Kay that I want to organize and am still trying to organize.  (So why don't you quit blogging and do it?)  This room is driving my husband crazy, and I understand that.  This always happens when I turn a room into an office.

I tried to solve the problem months ago when my stepdaughter was still living here.  She had this room and I moved the computer (hence, my office) downstairs to the dining room.  It started out so pristine, so organized.  Then it grew to become a beast.  A small pile here, a little grouping of stuff here.  Then whammo!  A mess, a clutter.  So now I'm back upstairs where my piles can hide behind the door and just whisper to me when I'm downstairs watching t.v.