I tend to prefer things to be rather neat and tidy as evidenced by my shiny floors. However, I don't ever fold kitchen towels and dishrags. Ever. It's silly to me. A waste of time really. I just jam those babies in the drawer and pull one out when I need a fresh one. I figure it doesn't really matter if a dishrag is wrinkly so yep, I don't fold them. All this to say, I guess nothing is ever cut and dry. A neat freak kind of gal who doesn't believe in having a drawer full of nicely folded linens in their kitchen. A neat freak who would never imagine doing that same thing in bathroom - there the towels have to be folded. Makes sense right? Nothing makes sense and yet, everything makes sense.
And that might be my favorite part of this world.
Quirks.
Quirks like when it's National Coffee Day I will make us cheers our cups together while driving in the rain and try to capture the moment but totally miss the cups. Like when it's fall and I will want to take a picture of every yellow tree there is, especially when water reflections and white bark are a part of the equation because at that point, it's pretty much game over to pull the car over. Every single time. Quirks like when I hand my camera to a stranger to have them take a picture and then proceed to boss them around - yeah that is a quirk I'm working on. Nobody likes a bossy stranger, pointing the finger at me.
And finally, quirks like singing in the car to girl songs (i.e. artists I can not mention here because they are too embarrassing) real loud followed shortly by a Mumford and Sons number to take it to the finale of anything Sister Hazel.
And that might be my favorite part of this world.
Quirks.
Quirks like when it's National Coffee Day I will make us cheers our cups together while driving in the rain and try to capture the moment but totally miss the cups. Like when it's fall and I will want to take a picture of every yellow tree there is, especially when water reflections and white bark are a part of the equation because at that point, it's pretty much game over to pull the car over. Every single time. Quirks like when I hand my camera to a stranger to have them take a picture and then proceed to boss them around - yeah that is a quirk I'm working on. Nobody likes a bossy stranger, pointing the finger at me.
And finally, quirks like singing in the car to girl songs (i.e. artists I can not mention here because they are too embarrassing) real loud followed shortly by a Mumford and Sons number to take it to the finale of anything Sister Hazel.
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