Nothing is Safe

Nothing is safe around here.

From the purge/tidy monster.

Not pantry, utensil drawer,

fridge or laundry room.

Not obsessively clean, but frequently tidy,

that's me.

A little known fact about this gal.

I came within a whisper of joining the military.

Yep, me! Took the tests and everything.

I was floundering post college days

and the regimen appealed to me.

Gosh, ya think?

I still like everything lined up in neat rows,

bedding tucked snug,

mirrors polished.

I hear my Dad's voice

"A place for everything and everything in its place."

Pop was a fan of Ben Franklin,

(but there is no definitive proof he was the first to say this,

I checked)

I guess this Mackintosh did not fall far from the tree.

Tidy

It makes me happy.

It makes my life

easy and simple.

I step back and inspect, 

"ahh, now that's better"

oh crap..thunder...

HOWIE!!!!!!