The Fridge
This is especially for Heather, who asked our opinion on putting her links in alphabetical order. This is how I feel about alphabetical order: the condiments on my fridge door go from "G" (garlic, minced) to "W" (Worcestershire, White, which comes after Worcestershire, Regular). You may ask anyone who knows me in real life (The Boss, my brother, Cheryl, Alan, Nancy, Mom) and they will attest that this is the usual state of my fridge, not something I arranged merely for a photo op.
Yes, I know I should seek help.
Here you can see that my insanity has spread to other areas of the house. This is my perfume shelf, which goes from "C" (Cabotine de Gres) through "P" (Pheromone, the scent I wear most often) to "Y" (Ysatis).
I'm not so stringent when it comes to cupboards, primarily because a strict insistence on alphabetical order can lead to space problems and the co-mingling of doggy and kitty treats with the people food which, although not disastrous, can lead to some pretty interesting salads.
Closets upset me, because I can never decide if they should be alphabetical by designer, alphabetical by article or arranged by color in visible-spectrum order. Therefore, my closets tend to be a hodgepodge of several different methods of categorization, otherwise known as a great big honkin' mess.
Still, as long as I can close the closet door, not have to look at the great big honkin' mess and rest secure in the knowledge that no one has placed Sour cream in front of Mustard, I'm a happy and content (if anal-retentive and obsessive-compulsive) girl.
MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
Yes, I know I should seek help.
Here you can see that my insanity has spread to other areas of the house. This is my perfume shelf, which goes from "C" (Cabotine de Gres) through "P" (Pheromone, the scent I wear most often) to "Y" (Ysatis).
I'm not so stringent when it comes to cupboards, primarily because a strict insistence on alphabetical order can lead to space problems and the co-mingling of doggy and kitty treats with the people food which, although not disastrous, can lead to some pretty interesting salads.
Closets upset me, because I can never decide if they should be alphabetical by designer, alphabetical by article or arranged by color in visible-spectrum order. Therefore, my closets tend to be a hodgepodge of several different methods of categorization, otherwise known as a great big honkin' mess.
Still, as long as I can close the closet door, not have to look at the great big honkin' mess and rest secure in the knowledge that no one has placed Sour cream in front of Mustard, I'm a happy and content (if anal-retentive and obsessive-compulsive) girl.
MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
3 Comments:
Yes, ya'll. That is all correct and perfectly normal in the Hellhole household. Whenever I help in the kitchen (rarely) or with the putting-away of groceries, I generally confine my assistance to handing over an item with,"here, Honey. Put this where it goes." At my house, her Dad drives her NUTS with his hodgepodge of putaways. Sometimes the salad dressing gets put on a fridge shelf, sometimes in the door - but NEVER where I had it, or the Helster has decreed it SHOULD go.
It's not easy being perfect, is it, Sweetie?
MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
mom
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Anonymous, at 10:59 AM
Oh man, don't you dare come near my fridge -- I like the random "surprisey-ness" of it all. Out of curiosity, how do you alphabetize stale half lemons?
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Bridget Unnel, at 3:51 PM
It's just that I hate looking and looking and looking for something, and not knowing whether I can't find it because there isn't any, or because I haven't looked in the winning space yet.
And it's under Lemons, Stale which comes after Lemons, Fresh AND Lemons, Molded!
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Helly, at 10:13 PM
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