Do you have this one place in your bedroom where you once put a stack of something you didn’t know what to do with (papers that should probably be filed away, but it’s just so much effort) and told yourself you’d clean it up another day and now it’s been two years?
Yeah. Me neither.
No, that’s not my second-grade son’s kindergarten report card under my wing chair. No, that’s absolutely not an old water bill we forgot to pay. No that’s not a library book we’ve had missing for years.
Just pretend you didn’t see this dirty little secret.
After all, that’s what we do.
