Spring Cheating

I hate it when I'm tricked into cleaning my room. Like tonight. Earlier today, my accountant, my "people"-- my father, informed me that he was missing my health insurance form for my taxes. I knew exactly the form he was referring to and could have sworn I had placed it amongst other important envelopes on my desk. So when I got home, I searched and searched and cleaned and weeded and nothing. So I searched some more, around my computer downstairs, around the shelves upstairs, all over my desk, the floor, the chests, etc, etc. (It's a decent sized room and it's a bit of a mess, so there was a lot to work with.) I cleared out a huge pile of paper yet still, no form. I even searched around my mom's desk. Finally, I went back to Father to double check if I had left it somewhere around his desk. He quickly shuffled through the envelopes I gave him. Wait, I said. What about that white one? The one with the blue cross and the blue shield on the front? That looks like it might be from my health insurance. And sure enough, he had the form on him the whole time. Which means that my mess of a system was right. And I didn't really need to clean my desk after all. Dang it.