I hate lists.
They are tiny little ultimatums that sneer and snarl at me all the time.
When I left home for college I heard this phrase about once a week: "Make a list!"
Thanks Mom. Yeah. I know what I need to do. I'm pretty sure I can find things to eat. Right! Bank, gotta go there. It's 1993. I'm going to the bank. Every week.
Both a chore and a pleasure. That is until "DIRECT DEPOSIT" was invented. No. More. Bank. Hells yeah.
So anyway, my wife is a list maker. Always has been. Me, my lists tend to be wish lists.
They are tiny little ultimatums that sneer and snarl at me all the time.
When I left home for college I heard this phrase about once a week: "Make a list!"
Thanks Mom. Yeah. I know what I need to do. I'm pretty sure I can find things to eat. Right! Bank, gotta go there. It's 1993. I'm going to the bank. Every week.
Both a chore and a pleasure. That is until "DIRECT DEPOSIT" was invented. No. More. Bank. Hells yeah.
So anyway, my wife is a list maker. Always has been. Me, my lists tend to be wish lists.
