I love lists. Writing them. Checking items off of them. The exhilarating thrill of blue ink on paper…be still my heart. (Nothing beats pen and paper.) What’s not to love?
There’s just that niggling little issue of sticking to the list. I have a better chance of waking up tomorrow a size two than I do of ever sticking to a list. There’s something about the teeming mass of humanity on any given Sunday afternoon in Walmart that makes you forget your commitment to The List. Heck, some people even forget to change out of their pajamas. I’m still scarred from the woman whose buttocks resembled frolicking puppies in her pajama bottoms. Someone hold me. *sob*
The only way I could be happier is if I’d found Tom Selleck in the produce section.
There’s already a turf war raging over who will get the quilt. Silly family. I will join the seams of the quilt blocks and together we will rule the recliner!!