What My Grocery List Says About Me

I'd never really given much thought to my grocery list until I was standing around in the SB parking lot after work yesterday. In the middle of recapping the day with fav co-workers, Stephanie Patterson (now Pringle) and Caroline Leone, Stephanie grabs my grocery list out of my hand.

"Oh my god, Caroline. Would you look at this," Stephanie said. "Even her grocery list is perfectly in order .... and it's on cute personalized paper."

They giggle and taunted, and I spurred them on by pointing out that my grocery list is also organized by what section of the grocery store the items can be found in (produce, regular isles, cold stuff).

Since I've been at SB, my co-workers have commented regularly on how tidy I keep my desk. I'm not quite obsessive compulsive, but everything has its place. Planner goes here, coffee cup here, banana here, papers here.

I know exactly where I get this character trait. It come straight from my father. He's loosened up in the past several years, but when my stepmom first moved into our house she was in disbelief. My dad got irritated if the cans of creamed corn were mixed in with the regular corn.

So, what can I say? I am my father's child.

I prefer my world in order. And yes, I can understand organizing the cans of corn in your pantry.