I'm messy and I know it.

Autumn Grace.

That's my name.

(don't wear it out!)

((shout out to all of the 90s kids))

 I tell you a lot about my life.

But I never really tell you much about myself.

Just about things I find humorous.

So I've decided that periodically,

I will tell you something about me.

Who I am.

What makes me, me.

Because I want to be raw.

Raw, I don't think that's quite the word I'm looking for..

 all that makes me think about is uncooked meat.

Maybe I wanted to say real.

That sounds better.

I want to be real.

So here is fact #1.

iammessy.

As much as I hate to admit that,

it's true.

I try to fight it,

but that characteristic definitely shows itself a lot.

my clothes rarely see my closet.

 I forget to rinse milk out of my cereal bowl.

I leave half filled coffee cups in my car until  it morphs into a fermented jello-like substance.

and sometimes my car smells like festered crack for a few weeks,
until my husband investigates,
and finds little gems like this...

 

I have no clue what that is used to be...

but I know I haven't had any pureed pees,

in a sandwich bag,

in my car... recently.

or ever.

Check out his facial expression.

That is the face of a

 not-so-happy-extremely-disgusted-on-the-verge-of-dry-heaving hubs.

He tolerates it,

because he loves me.

but deep down,

it drives him crazy.

I'm sure the phrase 

what have I gotten myself into?

has crossed his mind more than once.

Bless his heart.

I mean, really, what is in that bag?

So there ya have it.

I'm messy and I know it.

wiggle, wiggle....yeah, no.