Oh, you.

How are we different?  I'm pondering whether I should search Amazon for an ankle tambourine or write a children's book about Kenzie and Bobo (surely the publisher who picks it up would do so based on my content and then hire a professional to create some whimsical art based on the ideas in my head.)  All the while, my husband is in the background telling me that drawers need organized.  We don't need coupons that expired in 2004 or star Popsicle instruction pamphlets - you would never read an instruction manual anyways.  The post its go with post its, all of the post its need to be in the same place, where you can find them.  But I need post its everywhere - as I stash them everywhere while he's making coffee with his back turned.  As long as the drawer can close, we're golden. You're right, I'm not the only one that lives here. Oh, snap. Fair enough, junk drawer first and then on to my aspirations.