My Little Organizer
So, last night I called Brayden to come inside because it was late. I thought Lyndee was out there as well. I started to panic because she did ask me if she could go to her friend's house down the street and I told her no. She doesn't listen to me very well. As I was upstairs, I started to call her name and she answered me faintly. She finally came out of my craft (or should I say my crap storing, piles everywhere room). She told me that she was organizing it. Awesome! I told her if she did it on the sly. I would pay her $20 bucks. It is a mess. I am going to hope when I look in my room next week. It is cleaner. I love her for her weird oddities and I am finding out that I am just as OCD as she is but in different ways. :)
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