Allow me to recreate a situation from yesterday that had me laughing so hard that I found myself in a makeshift child's pose in the dining room floor.
L was coloring with markers yesterday afternoon when she and Feathernester came over for lunch. As I was putting the markers into their jar when we were cleaning up, I asked Feathernester if she thought it meant I was crazy to put the markers into the jars upside down so that the ink was always flowing toward the markers' tips.
Her response? (And forgive me if this is a little off, Feathernester.)
"It's not the upside down thing that's crazy, it's that you have separate jars for different brands of markers."
The sad things is that she's right. There's a Crayola jar, a Rose Art jar, an Ecolorgy jar, a colored Sharpie jar, and a black Sharpie jar. (Plus a colored pencil jar and a crayon bin.) Amazingly, I had thought this little bit of anal retentive art supply organization would go unnoticed. Being called out on it made me laugh so hard I thought I would pee.
Oh, well. I embrace my crazy. Here's hoping you have a wonderful, crazy, organized evening.