And then she comes home and tells me stories of how she turned drawers, cabinets, and closets full of random chaos into cubbies of neat and clean calm-ness.
While I am secretly thrilled to hear that I'm not the only woman who grows clutter in her corners, I am also secretly jealous that I don't have a personal organizer.
So when I came home late the other night, and found my bed made and all the dirty clothes picked up from the floor, I was pleasantly surprised.
But too tired to really wonder about it.
And the next morning, when I went into my closet, I found this.....
All my shoes were neatly lined up...all my clothes hung neatly on their hangers, grouped into categories like pants, tshirts, jackets, and long-sleeves. I gave a little squeal and finished getting dressed.
And then I went into the kitchen to make my coffee and I found this....
and this....
And while I would love to let you think this is how it always looks...well...I'd be lying.
When Hillary sauntered into the kitchen, I hugged her and said, "Did you do all this? It looks great!"
And she smiled her big smile and hugged me back and said, "Yep. You've been Hillary-ized!"
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I need her for about a month here!!!!
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