Here's a rock bottom moment....Many moons ago when I was first married, every Monday I would put the record albums away in alphabetical order. I also used to make hospital corners on the bed, and use a toothbrush on the baseboards. For my spice cabinet(thank the Lord it hides behind a door), I have a jumble of pickle jars and little plastic containers with hand written labels on them. New Mexico Chile powder, paprika, and cayenne all look alike. After damn near killing all of us, I took some time to transfer the spices from the clothespin secured cellophane bags, to permanent containers. I've turned into such a slob....
Nah, you’re not a slob, you just learned to prioritize and stop being so “obsessive”. I was like that before I had my girls. Now I just take care of housework when the spirit moves me. And it hasn’t moved me lately.
You took a toothbrush to your baseboards every monday morning? Whoa! That is bad. Thankfully you’ve recovered from that.
Speaking of record albums, the other day (since we’re moving) i took a bunch of stuff over to the Salvation Army. And an older couple was there dropping off two boxes of old vinyl albums. I told them they could take them down to either of the two used record stores in our neighborhood and sell them. They put those suckers right back in the trunk. They had no idea that vinyl has made a comeback. And one of the albums was an old Burt Bacharach album (soundtrack to Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid). “I said Wow Burt Bacharach. My dad would die for that. Can i buy that from you?” The old man just handed it to me. I asked if they had any Pete Fountain but they didn’t. What a lucky day that was.