Looky at what I found.
This appeals to the darkest corner of my psyche- the place where I allow myself to make lists of lists I want to make, the part of my brain that rejoices in labels, order, uniformity, and Having A Plan. It's the same place from which I suspect the '70's porn music pipes in when I browse The Container Store. In case you haven't gotten the memo- my head is a scary place to be.
It's the Mother of Organization.
I can't wait to look at this more. I don't want to be someone who has to pencil in time to poop or something, but in moderation- organization can be a fantastic vice. And I found this just in time for 2009, which is to be my Year of Organization. I think the main thing about the site that makes me interested is the prospect of a monthly checklist. I. Love. Checklists. LOVE THEM! I don't know why, but the feeling of crossing something off is so satisfying to me that I always have to try to not put things like "brush teeth" on the list so that i can have the joy of crossing them off.
After the missing greeting card rant the other week, and the discovery at the end of the day that I had my shirt on inside out, I have resolved to get some order to my life come hell or high water. I know that means less laughs for you guys, but hey- I will still be Accident Prone and also High Strung, so there's lots of fun to be had yet. The new year is really just 365 in which my hair could be set on fire or I legally marry my label maker. You'll just have to wait and see.
But, if I do decide to marry my label maker, you are all invited to the wedding, and we will be registered at The Container Store. Just saying.
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you can come to my house anytime you need a fix
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