I would describe myself as a little anal retentive. I inherited this nice little perk from my father. I color coordinate the cups in my kitchen cabinet. I alphabetize my DVD's. I organize my grocery cart like no body else. I have 4 different writing utensils that I use at work. Each writing utensil is used for a different task and I will not use my pen if the assigned task requires a pencil. I will search for hours, turn my desk upside down, overlook 20 pens just to find a pencil for this one particular task. HOWEVER, I am completely ok with the fact that every thing that is nailed to a wall in my house is hanging crooked. I'm defining this as a hysterical calamity!

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