He knows it's where all the important stuff goes...

My house isn't overly clean.  We live here, afterall.  For the most part it's ummm, tidy?  There might be dust and some dishes in the sink but never, ever down and out dirty.  I don't like clutter but it seems we have a lot of it.  I'm not talking knick knacks and stuff, I actually like that kind of thing.  I'm talking shoes on the floor, backpacks taking up space in the kitchen because no one actually bothers hanging them up, mail and other stuff piled on the kitchen table and stuff hung on the fridge.  I tried to control the junk stuff on the fridge too but, well, the important stuff goes there.  A monthly calendar that highlights EVERYTHING, our 4H schedule, a football schedule for Zach, a football schedule for Ryan and my gift certificate for nail services.  This is all up here because it's stuff that's important and frankly, things I need to remember because I have a horrible memory.  I'm 40, remember?  And when the boys were little all of their artwork would go on the fridge because I couldn't not put it up.  Their great papers would go there too. Spelling test got an A?  Heck yeah, it went on the fridge! 

Now they are older and there is no more art work.  There are still A's on tests and whatnot but at a certain point I just stopped putting them up there.  But Ryan, at 15 got an award for Defensive Player of the Game in last week's football game.  I came home from work yesterday and there it was.  That very important document proudly displayed on the fridge, put there by Ryan himself.  Because he knows that's where all the important things go.