Occasionally I hear the letters O, C, and D bandied about -- IN REGARDS TO ME!
Just because my spices are laid out in a drawer in alphabetical order with the labels showing and my clothes hang in my closet according to color and sleeve length and each shoe has its own cubbyhole and I like a clean house, doesn't mean I have OCD.
If you saw my house, then you would know how ridiculous it is to say I'm an OCD type.
So, what I'm going to do now is ask you all to wait here for just a few minutes and I'll dash around the house and get a few photos that proof I'm not an OCDer.
Hang on. I won't be long.
Don't go away. I'm still looking. I didn't think it would take this long.
I guess my time is up, but no prob. I have the perfect shot.
It's not perfectly centered and it's too far forward on the shelf.
So HA! and HA! again. I can sit in my family room and not feel bothered in the least because that little painting isn't centered.
And when I'm finished here I am not going to run out to the family room to change anything. Not me! No Way! It's fine if it's less than perfect. I couldn't care less. Big deal! So what! Not changing anything. Not gonna fix anything. Not me. No how. No way. Everything is fine. Everything is great. It's not upsetting me. No, not me.
Well, that's enough for now. I've gotta run. We'll chat later. I, uh, have something I need to do.
Infinities of love,