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,
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.