I am not a perfectionist...

I am not a control freak. I just want to get that out in the open. I just like things...the way I like them, and perfect, and there is nothing wrong with that. Is there? I just don't know.

So here is where it all started...a long, long time ago...okay, okay I will write my own stuff. So while wrestling with the life or death decision of whether three different kinds of dessert would be enough for the upcoming family dinner, or if there should be four, my fair sister suggested - ever so slightly - that I might be somewhat of an overachieving perfectionist. To this unfounded accusation I responded - very patiently and maturely - that I most certainly was not! Her response to my well justified outburst was no more than a look that clearly said "...um okay crazy, whatever you say."

Frustrated and a little miffed by this accusation I sought out the best method of calming myself - I went shopping. Now it was only to the grocery store but really shopping is shopping and groceries can be exciting, especially if they are used to make yummy things. I was very good though, mostly because I bought five pairs of shoes in the last two weeks, but just absorbing the retail aura did wonders for my little soul.

SO this is my conclusion, I might - I said might - be a bit of a perfectionist, but it is only because I want the people I do things for to know how much I care for them by doing my best. That does not make me crazy, I don't think. So I guess, to prove that I can contain myself, I will only make three different kinds of dessert instead of four...or maybe I will still make four.