Sunday, October 14, 2007

To do: Get new sister

I make lists. I love lists. I have lists of books I want to read, things I want to do and things I need to do. I cannot be productive in a day unless I have a list. Sometimes, if I do something that is not on the list, I write it there just so I can scratch it off.

Don't look at me like that. It's perfectly normal.

I leave my lists all around the house. Either in places where I have made the list and then refer back to it or places where I carried the list and then abandoned it for something shiny. I leave the list vulnerable to be added onto by ne'er-do-wells. That is how occasionally my lists come to read things like:
  • see proctologist
  • wax back

Thanks Lyn.


  1. Shouldn't that read: "To do: Congratulate Lyn on her hilariousness"?

  2. I still have an old list on my fridge that got out of control between my old roommate and I. Just because it makes me laugh and think of the days before I wanted to hurt her.

  3. Ky came up with the proctologist thing, but thank you. I think we're pretty hilarious.

  4. Lyn: Fine. You're both fired.

    Gwen: Those days are important. One should not hurt their roommates. They can be charged. Sometimes, that's all that stops me.

    Janny: Yeah yeah.

  5. I do that too! The "writing it there just so I can scratch it off" thing! Even if what I've already completed was done hours ago before the list even existed!


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