I get teased a lot in the studio for being neat. Brian and Kate know the best way to make sure something gets done is to write it on a post-it and put it on my desk. They know that little note’s presence on my (otherwise spotless) desk is going to burn a hole in my sanity until I do whatever it says and throw it away. But don’t jump to conclusions! I’m not obsessive! I just can’t focus in a messy work area. But I guess classifying one post-it on my empty desk as a “messy work area” is a little excessive, but I digress.
The mercury rose above freezing this weekend! Now, I don’t care about the cold and I think anybody who lives in New England should put up or shut up when it comes to Winter in the North East, but I have not been able to wash my car since October and I have been crawling out of my skin. A lot of people in my neighborhood go for walks when it’s nice out, but I wash my car. So, needless to say it felt like Christmas morning when I woke up today. I stood in my window, coffee in hand, itching to go outside and play. And let me tell you… I was practically giggling while I sprayed out my wheel wells.
So if any of you know what it’s like to stalk around your car in circles, searching for tiny imperfections and making them perfect, I’m with you. If you’ve ever been driving into the sun and the calcium deposits from your well-water on your windshield made you cringe, I understand. And if the hood of your car has ever been splattered by bird poo and you’ve felt the way you feel in one of those dreams where you’re naked in the middle of the hall in your high school, consider me your brother.