Hi. Steve Nelson here. I’m Amanda’s Dad. She left for D.C. and gave her twin sister guest-blogging rights. Allison further delegated the guest blogging rights to me. We should probably alert Homeland Security about the explosion that’s about to occur in D.C. It’s just Amanda finding out that she has…drum roll, cue the fireworks…..No Control…over what I am about to write.
Not that I would write anything bad…it’s just sort of fun to watch Amanda squirm when things aren’t falling neatly into the places she had pre-designated, sorted, indexed, cross-indexed, and planned for. How many of you know that Amanda’s clothes are hung in her closet by four sort groups that are never violated, and in the following precedential order: seasonal, sleeve length, spectral colors starting with the lowest wave lengths and moving up, and acquisition date. When she was in high school, we could start a complete closet reorganization by simply pointing out that she had Grayscale colors, such as White, Silver, Gray, and Black on the wrong ends…or that Purple (similarly, magenta), which is a mixture of Blue and Red, was placed out of order and confused with Indigo. Of course, she had them right the first time, but it was fun to watch her prove it.
As I write this, I’m not getting that feeling of empowerment that I thought I would have. Instead, I have this feeling of dread…that there will be paybacks. Indeed, I’m gonna quit now while I can. Merry Christmas to all!