Just Call Me The Tetris Queen

I'd love to have one of those homes you see pictured in those "12 Ways to Get Organized" articles in the women's mags. (Confession: I write those articles for the women's mags and I don't have that kind of home... Just because I can interview experts on all this stuff doesn't mean our spare bedroom doesn't look darned scary. Anybody need a cobweb-covered 10-year-old computer, a Valentine's Day wooden yard decoration and a pile of old extension cords?)

But there's one place where I can take care of my gotta-have-everything-neat-and-orderly jones: Tetris. It's the only video game in the house that I can win. The Sena men sometimes get the upper hand, but I always come charging back. (Want to get a little more respect from a 12-year-old boy? Beat him at a VIDEO GAME.)

And it feels so good: Lining up all those little shapes just so and filling in all the empty spaces. Ahhhh! It's like having a professional organizer come and do her magic on my brain for a little while. And hey, I concentrate like crazy when I play — so don't I get some sort of warding-off-dementia points for this?