I looked at my bookcases. I looked, and I knew it was time.

This is all wrong, I said. Who arranged this? Do they know  what the alphabet is? It was time to take matters out of my hands and put them back into my newer, smarter hands.

I rearranged the entire bookcase. My husband came home. Again? Why are you doing this again? Now he knows better than to ask.

I think this new system will last for at least another month before I ultimately decide that it’s wrong- IT’S ALL WRONG WHAT IDIOT THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?! 

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