little bitty girl

O-M-G!

My brother is so freaking anal. He has refolded his new sheets about 10 times already and they still don't look right to him. He said," Can you imagine what it would be like working for me?"

"I would hate it."

"Me too. I make people change their fonts in their reports if I don't think it's pretty enough."

Sheesh, Ken! You work at a bank. Why the heck does it need to be pretty? I thought I was anal. I guess analness just runs in the family.

Then I decided to have my left over noodle soup for breakfast which Ken thought was weird. We were, like only, raised in the same household.

I have never gotten used to the North American idea of what constitutes "breakfast" food. I get the eggs-ham-steak-potatoes thing. What I don't get is the cereal-milk thing. Give me some substance before I faint! Stefan also cannot seem to survive without his daily bowl of cereal. Once I tried the cereal breakfast thing and I lasted until 10:30 before I needed to go out and get a sandwich. Give me a hot steaming bowl of hot soup, noodles and delicate tasty bits of seafood over dry cereal any time. Chacon son gout, I supposed.

Tumbled across this hilarious site, Overheard in New York. Oh, the random things people say.