I am a note person. Ideas, necessary grocery items, or something I have heard on the radio, I jot down for future reference. Being who I am however, I have no organization of said notes. I put them on whatever piece of paper that happens to be handy and hope that when I need them I will be able to find them. They are scattered all over the house.
95% of the time I can figure them out. 'Floride rinse, razors'. That's an easy one. A Walmart list. "Josey Scott, Velvet Goldmine'. That one is going to necessitate a search of my brain and possibly Google. Who knows what I was thinking?
The best is when someone else stumbles across them. That's what happened over the holidays when Fuchsia came to visit. She was sitting at my desk when she started reading what she assumed was a Christmas list.
"Front door, camellia, ornaments, fiery death crap boxes."
The look on her face was wonderful! I was laughing too hard to respond to her 'What kind of list is this?' query. The more she asked the more hilarious I found it. It took me several moments to catch my breath before I could answer.
The explanation is nowhere near as humorous as her reaction. The fiery death crap boxes was something I had heard on the radio and thought it deserved to be saved. By the look on Fuchsia's face, it was a good call.
5 comments:
Fiery death crap boxes has to be one of the funniest combination of words I have ever read!
Thank you!
Yes, Fiery Death Crap Boxes has a certain "Harry Potter" ring to it.
I like to list as well. And I've often thought about saving and making a book out of all of the lost lists I find at the food market I work in. Everyday, more lists.
I like the idea of the lost lists at the msrket!
Yes, me too, but I can't take credit for the idea. A few years ago, somebody did that already.. Published a book of notes and drawings found.. I don't remember who the author was though. I suppose I could look it up on the internet.. but that would be work. Ha.
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