It's true, I'm a lister. Not an A-lister. Big difference, you know.
I have had lists every day of my life since I was probably in...seventh grade? Maybe sixth...I can't remember. It's a testament to my truly organized personality.
I wish I had pictures of the lists that existed back then. They were riveting and contained the most minute details about things like, a) what I should pack on the upcoming trip to camping trip, b) what I needed to do in order to finish my homework on time, and c) things I wanted to buy with my babysitting money. .
Now my lists aren't really much more sophisticated. But they're truly the only way I survive. You know how they (whoever "they" is) say that you only use part of your brain to function. And sometimes the little things take up so much space they push the big things out of the way, and before you know it you forgot something really important.
I like this about myself. I kind of hope I make lists for the rest of my life. Who knows, maybe one day I'll be chilling in the nursing home, making a list out of which gameshows I want to watch for the day and which grandkids I still need to knit scarves for or something like that. ;-)
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