Simulation of J's messy room growing up. And possibly his house now.So it should come as no surprise that when we all come home to my parents' house that when things are scattered about the house in disarray, chances are high that those items belong to J. In his defense, however, when we went home for our family reunion, he did have to sleep in the living room and really had no one particular area to keep things tidy. Not that he tried, but his options were limited. (See--I can be nice to you.)
J brought his 7 year old daughter, E, and her 14 year old sister, T, with him to Pittsburgh. My sister, A, had been harassing J for his clutter and then came to the conclusion that he might be successful in taking all his stuff home with him since he had a female who could keep track of things with him (T).
Moments later, A was folding laundry in the living room, a hodge-podge of everyone's clothes that needed cleaned from playing outdoors at the picnic grove. She picked up a pair of J's shorts, and in a homage to his housekeeping said, "Whose could these be? J's! Let's fold them like he would!" and promptly threw them in the air. What she didn't realize was that she was mighty close to the ceiling fan and the shorts got stuck on one of the blades (although throwing things into a ceiling fan and letting them live where they land might be one sort of organization tactic. Just sayin'.)
But the funniest part happened after we left. A few days later, Mom emailed us with a list of items that had been left behind at the house. If it hadn't been for the "2 bras and 1 undergarment--stringy" listed among the evidence, the logical conclusion would be the items belonged to J. But alas. The follow up email from A read, " Sorry...I am turning into J after making so much fun of him..."
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