Wanting to Be Sharon

Every couple of months or so, we drop by and say hello to Ron and Sharon.

And, every time we walk out of her house, I want to be Sharon.

Not because she is always happy and cheerful.

Which she is.

Not because she is a great seamstress.

Which she is.

Not because she is very generous and giving of her talents.

Which she does.

But because her home is:

S.P.O.T.L.E.S.S..

As in; no papers ANYwhere, no clutter in drawers, on countertops, in shelves.

Her home is a marvel of clean and totally organized.

So, I want to be Sharon.

But, I'm not, so that is that.