Like Lindsay Lohan. Only neater. And old.

I've been thinking that I need to whip this whole blog thing into shape. In case any of you were placing wagers, I managed to leave well enough alone for 28 days. My own little OCD rehab stint. But also plenty of time for me to overANALyze it, to use Bugglehubby's catch word for all of my compulsive quirks. Can you feel the love?

In order to provide a bit of focus and motivation, as well as to satisfy my inherent, maniacal need for absolute control, I'm hereby implementing a schedule of sorts, subject to change depending on whateverthehelliwant. Stay with me here. I'm much more fun when I get my routine fix.

We'll start off slowly; no need to hit the hard stuff yet. A tidy little list to kick off the week. I'm marking it down on both my schedule and my to do list for Monday, which kinda makes my toes tingle. Good stuff.