Hey soul sister… Hey now Mr., Mr.
Just wanted to say I dug your kitchen sink post. As I was reading I felt, first, that I could relate to your mother cleaning at all hours, then second, slightly embarrassed that she was the one I was relating to as you were poking fun of her behavior, then finally relieved to hear that we both find ourselves with the slightest element of obsessive-compulsive behavior clearly passed down through the gene pool. How is it that my mother had to beg me to clean my room or do the dishes properly and now Andy has to practically beg me to stop?
