So, I think I am OCD. There are many reasons that have brought me to this conclusion: I always make sure the trash on my computer is empty; I can't stand when I iPhone or iPad has updates; I'm always lining up the dining room chairs just right (there is only one way); and I make sure the papers on my desk are lined up at a 90 degree angle. The list goes on (and on). When I taught second grade, once upon a time, it would drive me crazy if the desks weren't straight, so I would straighten them. With the kids still in them. So this, among other things, leads me to believe I may have some teeny, tiny issues. The worst, however, is when something goes missing in our home, like a game piece or part of one of Stella's toys. I absolutely drive myself crazy trying to find it. I mean, heaven forbid we have a toy that is missing a piece, because then we might as well just throw it away. Well, yesterday, a Scrabble tile went missing. I looked ALL over the place for that thing. Of course, Hubs was like, "I'm pretty sure you can just order a new one." Not the point…that tile is in this house somewhere! People, I spent hours looking for tile number 100. (I swear, it's even worse if there is just one missing.) But, alas, I found it. (It was the letter M, in case you were wondering.) And now, I can sleep. P.S. I wish this was my bathroom. Nothin's gettin' lost in that baby.