Everybody seems to be telling me that making lists will solve all my problems.  My realtor especially.  She’s a HUGE fan of lists.  I am too, really, truly I am, but it doesn’t seem to be helping. But I’ll try again - A list - Why I am special.

1. I am special because I am organized enough to get my car inspected in March when it isn’t due until April.  Unfortunately, I don’t get around to actually registering my car in May, and at that point the inspection is expired and I get to do it again.  Ah, me.

2. I am special because when I hang up my cell phone and I am angry, I throw it on the driveway.  When the cell phone bounces, I am ticked at it, and so I pick it up and throw it again, until it breaks into pieces.   My cell phone still works. My special, special phone.

3. I am special because I burst into tears at the sight of fancy grapefruit juice.  My husband bought it because he knows I like it, even though he calls the stuff ‘pure acid’ and my kids won’t touch it with a ten foot pole.  More for me, baby.

4. I am special because I can’t comment on any blogger blogs anymore for some cosmic reason.  I’m sure the universe is telling me to stop blogging.  I can’t create a google account, and my old blogger account doesn’t seem to work anymore.  So if you have a blogger blog, I’m sorry, I just can’t be your commenting buddy anymore.  I’m too special.