OCD much?

I'm so happy that J decided to start a blog. It gives me material.

Ok, I am really not very anal retentive (anymore). I do have some quirks though, like I have to have the towels folded a certain way because it makes them look prettier in the cabinet and I like the pillows on the bed placed a certain way and J is really good about letting me have those things (probably just to keep me from griping at him) but whatever.

Now on most things, J isn't too picky either, he likes things clean and that's not a bad trait but there are times when he will think and re-think and plan and re-plan until my ADHD kicks in and I'm so bored with the thought of whatever it is he's working on that I could spit fire.

Case in point, the garden. I am a country girl at heart and I do love some fresh veggies in the summer. I remember fondly my Grandmother growing cucumbers in her garden just for me and how excited I would get when I would see her walking in with an armful of crunchy goodness. So, when we moved into our house and J's first thought when seeing the backyard for the first time was that he wanted to make a garden I wholeheartedly agreed that we should have one. That was about 25 of these ago. For days and days every time I would pass by J would have another grid to show me. He moved the veggies up and down and back and forth until I was dizzy. When he added the "grow times" of each plant, I had to throw my hands up and just walk away.

Oh, and don't worry. I have instructed him not to call himself a farmer in the presence of a REAL farmer. He and I both know that one garden does not make you a farmer.....