Tidy

I’ve been on a little bit of an organization kick lately. Jeremy is pleased with the outcome, but mildly annoyed with the process. A few days ago we were in the middle of cooking dinner when I thought it would be awesome to organize our spice cabinet alphabetically, then by frequency of use. I’ve also cleaned out every closet, every bin and every cupboard that we have in our home to rearrange, move and reorganize items. (I discovered that we had four humidifiers laying around our house – two of them identical to each other!)

Needless to say, Jeremy is not only perplexed by my orderly behavior, but is now completely dependent upon me to find almost anything that is tucked away neatly in any one of our multiple cupboards. Let’s just hope I’m around in the unfortunate event when he needs a spare roll of toilet paper in his bathroom. He has no clue where bath tissue and related sundry products fit into my new system.

Not may have given my family the gift of organization, but I’ve given myself a far greater gift – security. Jeremy will never leave me now. How could he? He won’t know where I stock the toilet paper. Or the season salt, for that matter.

The Superfreak is Super Dead

The other day Jeremy and I sat ourselves were perched on the sofa together watching television when a commercial featuring Rick James’ “Superfreak” suddenly came on. The following conversation is based on true events that went down not five seconds after the commercial aired.

Jeremy: Man, that Rick James is really doing pretty well for himself nowadays don’t you think?
Me: Huh?
Jeremy: Superfreak? You know. The guy with braids? He’s really made something of himself.
Me: Um, he’s dead.
Jeremy: (long pause)....Well, I guess he’s not doing as well as I thought.

I guess you really had to be there. To us it was hilarious. To Henry and Reese it was frightening. You see, after all the Rick James talk, Jeremy and I decided it would be fun to have ourselves a dance party to “Superfreak”. I’ve never seen our children’s eyes so wide with fright.