One evening, I was trying to "bless my house" as flylady puts it and clean up a bit.  I had about 15 minutes until dinner, so I got out my timer and my dusting equipment.  Rebekah (aka "The Mistress of Mischeif") can make messes faster than I can clean them up, so I decided I'd better carry her on my back while I worked.  Upbeat music is always motivating, so I tossed my ipod into my cleaning apron and put in the earphones.

     Thus equipped, I began to dust energetically, trying to beat the 15 minute timer.  Soon, there was a knock at the door.  I took out one earphone and ran to the door.  My neighbor had dropped by to drop something off.  When I opened the door, her jaw dropped.  I realized my appearance had shocked her. 

     "I'm just cleaning up a bit," I tried to explain.

     "I can see that," came her laughing reply.  We chatted for a bit and then we were interrupted by my 15 minute timer going off.  I reached into my apron and shut it off. 

     "Well, my dusting time is over.  Time to finish up dinner, " I said, offering an explanation for the timer.  About that time, hubby came home and saw our dumbfounded neighbor and my strange appearance.  He told her I was like this because I was organized.

     "I wish I had a photo of this!" she said as she walked away.  I thought you might enjoy a chuckle too, so I had Josh take my picture after she left.   Here's a "snapshot of my life".