My sister tami, who I love dearly has a few little quirks.
1) She is organized to such a degree I really wonder about just how stable she is, I mean, most serial killers were organized to an extreme degree.
2) Perfection, when ever she does something around the house that requires cutting or mounting anything, it as to be absolutely perfect. Level, true, same height, everything.
So, in the interest of variety, I have endeavored to bring a little spontaneity to our household....
Take my ceiling fan, four white blades, one brown, and she just cringes when she sees it.
Clothing, she folds, I roll everything like I was either in the military or on a boat.
I even pronounce the K in Knee.
She has her collection of porcelain dolls displayed in a very ordered fashion.
I have my wolf and bud ha on one shelf, with the stereo, coffee cups on the top shelf... along with a new harddrive, motherboard, knee braces, ball cap, and collectible matchbox cars. In otherwords, in a fashion that defies logic.
My books are not organized to subject, but to whatever strikes me as the best way to put em up, i.e, what ever my hands hits first goes up first.
When I go to bed at night, I sleep on top of the covers with a throw blanket... I tell her it is so I dont have to make my bed.
I told her once I need to get some red light bulbs for all my lights in my room, she asked why, I said for night vision...
When we talk of fixing up the house and yard, I mention putting in a few working full sized replicas of civil war cannon...
She sees a house she likes, she points it out, I see the entrance to an old missle silo, I tell her there is the perfect home, just happens to be underground.....
