War of the Papers

When my husband left for work this morning, I told him, "If I don't have those two filing cabinets cleaned out and organized when you get home this afternoon, just shoot me."

My name is Joan and I am a wordaholic.

I keep magazine articles. By this I mean I keep family-relationship articles, mental health articles, home decorating articles, articles with cute craft ideas, money-management articles, humor pieces, recipes, puzzles, articles about organizing your home and office, self-improvement articles, even home-repair articles! HA! As IF!

I also keep whole magazines, books, books, books, books, books, event programs, church bulletins, newsletters, funny email jokes and stories, catalogs, books, bill-paying records, books, doctor-visit records, grandchildren's drawings, thank-you notes, birthday cards, books, and other not-so-easily-categorized PAPERS!

As I walked through the dining room this morning, I heard a rustling coming from the stack of papers there. I think I caught the whispered word "revolution" just before I looked that way and all became suddenly silent. As I turned away, the urgent word "now!" was distinctly audible. Those papers just sat there looking SO inncocent; but we all know that the appearance of innocence is one of Evil's best tools.

I CANNOT sit at the computer for hours today while the papers convene a quorum and elect officers. Their first order of business, I am sure, would be to evict us humans from the premises so that they can complete their takeover.

So, I will do my duty before they can rally their troops. I will protect my home. I will sign off now, don my battle gear, and fight the War of the Papers. CHAAAAAARGE!!!!!!