messy

my husband teases me on a weekly basis and everyone else who comes over makes fun of my "balls" of floss. "How do you find anything in that mess?" they taunt. Little do they realize, I know where every damn little teeny inch of floss is that I may need.

Since my workspace is an armchair and side table in the living room, everyone gets a front row seat to my insanity. I've moved the "balls" out into the yard to show you all so you can taunt me via internet.