I'll admit it, I'm anal. Roger is too. But we like to call it super-particular. It just sounds nicer, yes? When I was in college, Taryn (one of my roommates) and I shared a room in a rather large house. This also meant that we shared a closet. Taryn was entertained by my particularness, and experienced much joy at my expense. Every so often (read=nearly daily) she would wander into our closet and MOVE an article of my clothing to a different location.
I could always tell when Taryn had struck, because I kept all my clothes in a certain order. They were organized first by color: blacks, gray, brown, purple, blue, green, red, pink, cream, white, etc. Within color they were organized by print: solids and patterns. And within each print-type they were organized by sleeve length: strapless, sleeveless, cap sleeves, short sleeves, 3/4 sleeves, and long sleeves. And within each sleeve length they were organized by style: pull-over, button-down, zip-up, etc. You get the idea.
Recently Impatient Chicken visited my home, and noticed our refrigerator. She teased me about it, and then again publicly! Katie, however, took the teasing one step further. She invaded the super-particular order in our home, and threw it into turmoil! Reminiscent of my college days with Taryn! Do you see anything wrong with these series of pictures?
Katie, Katie. I have not even looked at our refrigerator since. I am almost afraid to categorize them again, because SHE'LL JUST COME OVER AND UPSET THE ORDER AGAIN!! Almost, I said.
Despite her efforts to create turmoil in my happy home, Katie did manage to point out to me that one of our magnets was defective. Instead of "frolic," it said, "forlic." I ran to the dictionary, certain that "forlic" was perhaps a new vocabulary word that I had not yet learned. Trust me, there are plenty of them.
And then Katie created this sentence. What does it mean?
