BD, it's so sad.
I have never seen my sister's last house nor her present house because she claims she'd need two weeks to get it ready for company. (She lives thousands of miles away, BTW.)
Um, I'm your sister?
Um, no one's judging?
Um, I'm coming to help you sort out your closets anyways so what do I care if they're disorganized?
IF THEY WERE PERFECTLY ORGANIZED YOU WOULDN'T NEED ME TO COME, NOW, WOULD YOU?
The woman has a Ph.D. and can drive a stick shift, WTF? Why the perfectionist tizzy about a little dog hair?
