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 Most people would consider me a fairly neat and organized person. I shelf my books alphabetically by author, separate shelves for fiction, nonfiction and poetry. I am fussy about neatly folded sheets and towels in the linen closet. I sweep the kitchen floor most everyday and have a schedule for other household tasks. My closets are neat and organized. No one calls me a slob. 

I have met my match.

Don:      I see that you had chips with your lunch.

Me:        I did, but how would you know that?

               I can tell my the way you closed the bag.

              I closed it exactly the same way as you do, rolled up and clipped.

But, NOOO, not exactly the same way.

the bag closed by me

You will no doubt see the very obvious differences:


See how much lower on the bag the clip is placed.
No doubt as God intended.

Much less obvious in the photos, but there is a round magnet on the clip. Apparently God intended that to always, always be to the back of the bag.


True confession: I used to get upset if my family tried to help me unpack the grocery shopping because I had set ideas about where things go. I now realize that for years I tortured my family.

I beg their forgiveness.

Comments

  1. OMG did this make me laugh. Reminds me of home Olga.

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  2. I have my own way of doing things. Would never try to influence others, however, to change to my way.

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  3. I could never measure up. I would let you have free rein and guess Don does too:)

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  4. Gotta laugh at that. Reminds me of people who don't press the tube of toothpaste my way.

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  5. I tend to be anal about where things go in my kitchen. Hubby puts things where there is more space! I organize by funtion.

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  6. Yiiiikes! I thought I was organized, but maybe not.

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  7. I am organized but not as organized as you! However since Tom and I have been going grocery shopping together - ever since back surgery in July and now Covid - I have to catch myself saying "Don't put that there!" I just move it around later. :-)

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  8. I'm sorry, I laughed out loud at this. Was Don a police detective in his working years.

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  9. Maebeme, he was not a detective but I often think he missed a real career opportunity. He really does notice everything. He claims he is far less OCD than he once was.

    Gigi, ahh, the toothpaste -- that's a good one!

    Patti, no such luck -- he points out everything. He interrupted a tv show the other night to show me that a character's bra strap changed from white to black in what should have been one scene.

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  10. My need for perfection has changed since I got married. Ron does so much to help me I had to change some of my unrealistic expectations. When I was alone I could be as particular as I wanted to be but that's not fair to such a helpful partner.

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  11. baby boomers are going to get abused and treated like garbage in the retirement homes. Maybe you boomers shouldn't have been so selfish and arrogant and greedy. Literally everyone hates baby boomers now. Enjoy those retirement homes, and good luck, boomers!

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  12. Whoops. I meant to trash that but now I can't. Thanks new Blogger.

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  13. Does make me wonder what matters in the scheme of life.

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  14. Joared, I think in the grand scheme, the ability to laugh at all these little foibles we get up to as humans is what is most important.

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