We've made some awesome plans for my family's visit down here. On the Northern front, I'm still accepting coffee dates, and Clayton's planning the attacks on wing night, garbage plates, and Abbott's. Apparently someone still thinks that tailored uniform will still fit after a comfort food binge. Good thing we've been cleaning up our act the last few weeks, going for long walks and eating salads!
I started writing this post, though, because I was amused by my own ridiculousness, and thought you all might to enjoy a laugh on my behalf as well. The thing is, I'm not very organized by nature. I love being organized! but I'm not good at it on my own*. When I have a new project, though, it gives me an opportunity to at least start out on the right foot. This trip and subsequent vacation were a great chance for me to use some of my favorite organizational tools: deliberate black pens, highlighters, and objective-specific forms. I even pulled the coupons I'd need for my shopping lists. The result was my table covered in clean lines and bright colors, momentarily giving me a false sense of security that this whole event won't be a series of mistakes and hiccups. Oh well, at least I tried!
*Ancient punctuation rules I learned in my high school English class from CDs, made from recordings originally done on tapes (and God only knows what other earlier media), tell us that exclamation points (!) and question marks (?) can be used in place of a comma (,), and not just at the end of sentences.