Most of my close friends know I like things anal. Anal as in anal- retentive people. I swear, you guys really have your mind in the gutter some days. Of course they also know I have a touch of obsessive compulsive disorder too. They all joke about how clean and organized the Casa is. It's even been said a few times, "Are you heading over to Crawford's?" I can't lie, I do love a tidy and clean house. The Lad once sat a glass down and it got one of those drink rings on the glass, and I got a bit testy. I assured him, I wasn't mad at him, I was mad at the dirt.!!! It occurred to me there are certain things I am anal about though.
You keep large redundant amounts of all your sundries such as laundry detergent so that you never risk running out.
You don’t just sort the money in your wallet by $1, $5, $10, or $20, but also sort the bills by wear-and-tear so that you get rid of the bills in the worst shape first.
You look up anal-retentive to see whether it needs a hyphen.
You don’t just keep a grocery list, you micro-optimize order of the items on the grocery list so that you only make one pass through the grocery store.
After a power outage or when Daylight Savings Time starts or ends, you feel the need to set all your clocks to the same minute and second.
You have two sets of cutting boards, and even labeled sweet and savory for cutting of those said items.
It really irritates you when someone says a list has 5 items and you count seven.
Now, don't trifle with me over these things.