Every Day Has the Potential to be a Party

I just posted this on a messageboard I frequent. Since I haven't been posting here, and I'm so effing eloquent there, I brought it to you.



This might come as a huge surprise to all y'all, but I'm super random. (I know. I hide it well...)The only thing that keeps me sane is complete organization. I have binders, folders, pie charts, you name it, I've documented it. I actually have a folder with Christmas lists chronologically dating back to 1996. I keep three calendars. I need a set schedule.Then I'll see that Auntie Mame is on Turner Classic Movies, sit down to watch, totally blow my routine, and lose all the lists that I had so carefully compiled. Or lock my keys in the car. Or drop a full three gallons of turkey fryer peanut oil in the Walmart aisle. (Yesterday's adventure.)So I guess I cope with a real good sense of humor. And lots of patience from friends and family. And then, when I'm in full-on meltdown, The Universe gives me a pretty good whack with The Perspective Stick. And I realize how much fun my life is. And I'm really lucky because everyday's an adventure. That's my trick, I guess. Like last Saturday, Barnacle and I were doing some errands, checking off my list, (He was the official Keeper of the List.) We were in Lansdale, and they were lining up for their Mardi Gras Parade. If there's anything better than a parade, it's a SURPRISE PARADE! We didn't know about it. We weren't dressed for it. Probably didn't have time for it. But we stayed. We stayed for the full TWO hours, freezing our giblets off. We stayed till The Big Guy Hisownself closed it down, pulled by 8 cardboard reindeers. Maybe that's it. Have your plans,your Must Do's, but at anytime be ready to drop them for a surprise or an adventure.