You think you know disorganized, but until you've seen the chaos that was Mrs. Jones' apartment -- she used to live one floor up from my folks, I'd go there when I was a kid an' try to wheedle her out of the cookies she always had. But every time I'd get a peek in, it'd be this mess everywhere, I used to wonder how she'd even fit there, much less have enough space to make cookies. So until you've seen that, you don't know the true meaning of disorganized, ma'am, sorry to say.