This is Bossy’s front closet, and it is being featured today in order to illustrate Bossy’s out-of-control house, except—a funny thing happens when Bossy tries to document mess: nothing ever looks that bad in the pictures, which doesn’t make this tale classically funny, but more like the kind of funny when only a few moments remain before the mental ward staff shoves gauze in your mouth so you don’t swallow your tongue.
Bossy doesn’t understand why the mound of fallen jackets and gloves and paint-splattered sneakers and tube socks and old roller skates doesn’t look that overwhelming in the picture, just like she doesn’t understand why the tangle of scarves and dog leashes and jump ropes and other scarves and still more scarves doesn’t appear that tangled.
So Bossy tried to take another representational photograph, except this time it was of the top of her bedroom bureau:
But again, it’s hard to sense the total effect of wrinkled nightgowns and empty hair product containers and ill-fitting jewelry and old receipts and rubber bands and lists and notes and lists.
So then Bossy thought maybe she should take a photo of her daughter’s desk, which would surely serve to document the problem:
But then Bossy decided it would be rude to photograph her daughter’s desk.
The point is: Only a few days remain until Bossy throws a graduation party for her son, and yet her house has become such a disaster it’s hard to know where or how to begin to tidy.
Which leads Bossy to today’s challenge: in exactly ten words, can you share with Bossy a part of your life or house that is completely out of control?
Because Bossy needs some form of entertainment while she waits for the straight jacket. Check back later today for the funniest comments on the web.