So, have a laugh at my expense. Or cringe in disgust over what I'm about to show you.
I'm kind of a messy person. The house isn't too bad. I have some clutter, but not enough to go on an episode of Hoarders just yet. Don't get me wrong, with my personality issues, it's bound to happen. But for now, the house is tidy and bacteria free.
I wish I could say the same for my car.
I know it's messy, but once I leave my vehicle, I instantly forget. My husband is puzzled by this. He's so horrified by my mess he insists that there's no way a person could forget that.
It's like the Silence in Doctor Who. Unless it's directly in front of you, you don't know it's there.
If you don't get that reference I feel so sorry for you because you are seriously missing out.
I decided to take pictures of the inside of my car for 2 reasons:
1. If I show you these images, I'm hoping someone will be so disgusted, I might actually be embarrassed enough to do something about it.
2. I don't want to forget again. Help me remember to get out there and clean my car.
This is Morgans side of the car.
She's a messy eater.
This is my "storage" seat.
My purse usually sits here...or anything else I'm carrying.
That bag is my book bag. I use it for my library books.
It's always there, just waiting to be filled.
Where I usually sit.
Also, this is usually where I find lost coins.
I guess if you shake me hard enough, you never know what will happen.
I usually fill my voice with doom when I say that.
This is where socks and mittens go to die.
See...I forgot to say slippers.
Slippers die here too.