Another Fuzzy Memory...since my scrapbook was already out

I mentioned that Kristen broke into my room to decorate it.  

What I DIDN'T mention, was what greeted her in my room!

She had to scale a literal MOUNTAIN of laundry just to get to my bed.

I have photographic evidence:

In my defense, all those clothes are clean and were initially dumped on top of the bed--not on the floor.  It's just that when they hadn't been folded by the end of the day and Doug and I were dead tired...they got shifted.  (And then left for two more days while the pile was added to and subtracted from.)

If Kristen weren't such a good friend I MIGHT have been a little embarrassed.
But I'm too tired for those kinds of emotions these days.

It did, however, remind me of a similar messy bedroom situation from long ago...

{cue going back in time music...}

When I was 16 and still living in Salt Lake City, my first boyfriend was Joe Nelson.  (Joseph Nephi Nelson to be precise...!  How's that for a good solid Mormon name?)

So anyway, one day, he came over to my house when I wasn't around to ask me to Homecoming.

He filled my room with shredded paper,  left a rose and a balloon, and covered the floor in Hershey's Kisses hiding in the paper... (that each had a sticker on the bottom marked with one letter that I had to put in order to spell out a message that led me to my tape player which held a cassette playing the Simon and Garfunkel song "For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her" and asking me to the dance).

It was all very romantic.

16 in Salt Lake City

Only one problem:  My room was a hideous mess.

Clothes all over the floor, clutter covering every surface.

(And yet my mom let him in to my room.  Thanks for nothing Faezer.)

Later, when I thanked him while also expressing my embarrassment about the mess he mumbled something like..."yeah, I kinda noticed that..."

I think my slovenly-ness contributed to our relationship being short-lived.

Adam Something, Julie Adams, Me, Joseph Nephi

*sigh*
Moral of THIS story is some things never change:  Once a mess, always a mess.

Good thing (some) people love me anyway!

(For the record, I have one kitchen cupboard and an underware drawer that are so beautifully organized they could be on the cover of "Organizers Weekly".  Also, my clothes are in rainbow order and my hangers are all the same color.  Just sayin'...!)