It was only when I was actually DONE with this spreadsheet that I realized the extent to my madness. Does anyone else actually DO this, I wondered? Am I the only one? I am basically Joan Crawford with less jumpsuits? And Internet, don’t say I never show you my flaws, bitches. THESE ARE MY FLAWS.
In my defense, we have plans both tonight and tomorrow night, leaving us precious little time to pack our joint belongings in a suitcase and a travel pack. So I figured a list tacked up in the bedroom somewhere would make the last-minute frantic double-checking a little easier.
In my total lack of a defense, THIS SHIT IS INSANE, YO. I can’t tell whether I’m proud or horrified. I think a little bit of both.