My disorganization does have its advantages, though. When looking through stacks of things, I often find something that brings back wonderful memories. Yesterday, for example, I ran across these beauties:
|a photo of my son when he was around 3 years old|
|NCAA tickets from the first time my son and husband went to the NCAA tournament. They've gone every year since.|
Won't these be fun to get into a scrapbook? True, if I were more organized, I would have known where they were, but it's just more fun to run across them unexpectedly.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.