Flylady strikes again

So I'm sitting in church looking for something in my purse while our assistant pastor is going through the announcements. By the time he's finished I've stashed all my various hair bands and bobby pins in their little pouch, tucked the lipgloss back into its pocket, stashed some trash paper in my pocket for disposal later and in general reorganized and tidied up my purse all in about 90 seconds. I also found my pen. Regardless of the state of my bedroom I'm claiming this bit of impromptu organization as a good sign.