Lists

I love a list. There is something so optimistic about them. All that organised promise.

They follow me like a paper trail. My desk at work is littered with cheery bullet pointed post-its, my handbag overflowing with scribbled on receipts.

There are shopping ones, to do ones, birthday lists, money lists, clothesIreallywantbutcan'tafford ones.

I even write lists about lists.

Doing stuff on them, a little trickier. So chuffed with the organisational prowess it has taken to write said list, I tend to mentally let myself off the hook.

So you can imagine how thrilled I was when this little gem popped into my inbox. I have no idea who wrote it, but I GET this lady.

You know you're going to like a girl when she can write a list that includes,

New Clothes

Tan

Teeth whiten

Sex w/Chris ONLY

It's made me question all of my previous list writing. This girl is hardcore.

Ps. If anyone knows what moon doggies are I am seriously curious.