My vehicle usually is a lot like my office: a mess. Not a disgusting, ewwww-what-is-that-sticky-stuff? kind of mess, but a clutter. I think that says something about me and my disposition. It says I’m a slob but not quite a pig. People don’t believe me when I say it, but I often know where things are. I put them there! Drawers, to me, are black holes. If I put something in a drawer, that is when it becomes lost. Sometimes I rummage through my desk drawers to marvel at the useful things I find there. “So that’s where it went!”