calling all freaks...

This makes me happy.

OK, to be honest, the slight tilting of the container on the top left hand side bugs me a little bit. I know it is annoying, and maybe even a little pretentious. But nicely labeled, matching containers make me smile. I can't pretend to be organized all of the time. There are drawers in my house that have been rifled through by Saren to the point that I can no longer close them. But when I have time to organize one little corner of my world, I am elated.

There is probably a special place in hell reserved for freaks like myself. A closet, perhaps, full of different colors of plastic hangers with...(I shudder) wire hangers in the mix. I can imagine them haphazardly facing in different directions. With cans of food in staggered rows on the shelves, labels not aligned and the tomato soup perilously close to the crushed pineapple. I will take my punishment in hades, if needed, to have a little systematic order today.

For years, my family has mocked me for a plastic container in my bathroom labeled "Fertility/Q-tips". It's not that the two items went together. But my stack of ovulation test kits and pregnancy tests just fit so nicely on either side of a Q-tip box! And, hey, I always knew where to find them. Even, Dave, who never fails to amaze me at the things he CANNOT locate in his own home, can occasionally find what he is looking for with my label maker/plastic shoebox system. I mean, couldn't a monkey find the Betadine if it were stacked neatly in a clear container with a label reading "First Aid/Betadine"?

So, even though my car smells like a roasted diaper, and the cupboard under the bathroom sink is a booby trap (don't open it), my Christmas decorations are immaculately put away! I can sleep tonight!