Oopsie Woopsie!

So, here’s this: I’m the kind of person who loves to organize things. My bookshelf is like a museum exhibit, my closet could rival those fancy boutiques. But last week, during a big clean-up session, I accidentally threw out a bunch of old family photos along with some junk mail. The funny part? It’s not even because I’m cold-hearted or anything, I was just tired and didn’t read the post-it notes I’d stuck on them to keep track of what was important. Oopsie woopsie! Now my dad keeps asking if I’ve seen his old pictures from college, and I have to pretend like I don’t know where they went. 🤦‍♀️