I am going to let you in on an embarrassing secret that only my closest friends know.
It’s the monkeys, people.
Yes, I’m afraid to admit that I am followed around by a gang of very bad monkeys. I will leave a room in perfectly neat condition. But as soon as I leave the area, the monkeys spring into action, causing chaos and mayhem in their wake.
Okay, maybe that’s just a clever (crazy?) excuse to make people laugh because I truly can’t stand that I am this way. It’s even worse since I’ve been writing so much. An enormous amount of my mental energy goes into my writing, and there just isn’t enough left behind for cleaning, which I find to be even more of a mental chore.
I was with my friend, Certified Professional Organizer Debbie Carney, today and she made me feel a lot better about my messy primate, um, “friends”.
For me, I think that what my life really needs is a zookeeper.
Or maybe I just need a professional organizer with a tranquilizer gun to thwart any future monkey attacks.
5 comments:
OMG TOO FUNNY!
I'll have to start using that excuse.
"It's not me it's the monkeys"
I HAVE MONKEYS TOO;
THEY LIVE IN MY CLOSET.
funny.
I laughed when I read this. It's so you, kk!
Love ya, Jolie
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