Genetics don't lie

We're leaving for the North Carolina mountains tomorrow morning, early (at least, according to Bud) so today I've been walking around the house, picking things up, doing a last load of laundry. Trying to get the apartment getting-back-from-vacation ready. I walked into our office/guest/storage room and muttered, "there's just crap! everywhere!" And that is when I realized, I sounded precisely like my dad. That is a direct quote I heard from him, oh, once a week, growing up. Whenever it was time to "de-clutter". I can run, but I will never be able to hide.