George went to Publix with me today, ostensibly so she could supervise the shopping. Really, though, she can't resist anything that involves a list. On the way home, our conversation went like this:
G: I can't wait till I leave for college and I get to make a list of all the things I need. Now, THAT'S an important list.
T: I don't imagine you think any list you make is UNimportant.
G: True, but that one will be VERY important. I mean, I'll need everything. Sheets and blankets, towels, a trash can, my own hairdryer...What other things of yours do I use?
T: Let's see...my lipstick, my razor, my toothbrush, my jogging bras, my underwear...
G: Oh, a spatula!
T: Yeah, and spoons.
G: I forgot all about that kitchen stuff. Dishes, a can opener, potholders, icecream. I'll make a separate list for each room! [Reaches in purse for notepad] You got a pen?
T: We're a quarter mile from the house. You don't leave for a year.
G: Still, I should get started.