This is how I know I’m a little bit crazy:

I resent mismatched hangers.

Last night I scrubbed my kitchen sink with a Clorox and a turquoise colored toothbrush. And slept better because of it.

I store my underpants in slender plastic “intimates” trays, first by color, then by style.

I have an unnatural amount of affection for my Swiffer Mop (and someday may leave James Dean for whoever invented this magical gift from God).

I believe in Santa Clause… and soul mates.

I had my apartment cleared by an energy healer—just in case.

I find tweezing soothing.

I don’t care what anyone else says, red wine has zero calories.