Funny, my family doesn't think I'm normal either.  They look at me funny
when I use a long curtain rod to retrieve my shoes from under the bed and
then have to find the insoles in the dirty laundry pile.  They think
underneath the futon is an odd place to keep my keys and don't understand
the half dozen boxes or so that are in my office floor at any given time.
My mother moans at my terrible house keeping because there are ALWAYS rice
and bits of Kleenx in my floor ("I spent all day decorating the floor, now
you want to vaccuum?!!")  Guests resent having to remove heavy objects
from the tissue box and climbing over the three-foot barrier.  No one
appreciates the special moment my boyfriend and I share when I pick up my
fuzzy robe and say, "Ohhhh....it smells like feet.  Gracie must've taken a
nap."  They laugh at me when I dash off to another room for apparantly no
reason, followed by two little furries helping me look for the third
("Nuthin, I wasn't doin' nuthin!")... Why I let them sleep in my silk
pajama drawer ("We just don't like cotton, Mom.")... Why I *have* to leave
my non-cold grocery sacks in the living room for thorough inspection ("I
just *know* there's something for me in here somewhere.")... The importance
of leaving at least two towels and one pair of socks in the floor at all
times... Most important of all -- NEVER leave small stackables next to tall
climbables.
 
charlotte, humble servant of:
Wikket (Diablo)
George ("Da dump, dee dump, da dump, dee dump, da da dee dump dee dump")
Gracie (Daddy's Little Girl)
and Glenn the human who thinks (and eats) more like a ferret every day
[Posted in FML issue 2906]