I dropped my purse face down and all the loose change fell on the floor.
While cursing and grunting to bend over and pick it up, it occurred to me that I have loose change everywhere
Any open freaking container, bag, pocket, jar, piece of furniture, or car has change in, on, or under it.
They need to be in one spot!
I will do that now!
I proceeded to plow through rooms, flipping cushions, rattling pockets, empty drawers, and shaking bags.
I ended up with two Tupperware bowls of loose change.
Feeling proud of myself for getting the coins chaos under control, I looked at the gleaming piles of cash as my payment.
I ran off to a coin for cash machine.
Look how productive I am.
I deserved a treat.
Two stores, lunch, and one tanning session later I staggered home.
I threw the few coins left over from my windfall on the table, dropped my bags and gazed in horror at destruction in house.
It looked like a tornado had gone through here.
Cushions flipped drawers out, scattered containers, and coats all over with pockets askew.
This trying to get organized crap is really hard.