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Find It Yourself


We all do it.

Each of us in our own way uses labels. We label people we meet or see every day ... like the old woman in line at the grocery store buying cases of cat food ("lonely") or the kid who whines about everything ("spoiled") or the guy running for President with the comb over ("narcissist").

We can't help it. I think that it somehow helps us keep our sanity to put labels on things. I might label something differently than you or we might have multiple labels for the same thing. We could both be listening to the same Celine Dion song and you might say "beautiful" and I might say ... wait a minute ... I wouldn't be listening to Celine Dion.

If you are really organized, like my wife Debbie, labels are in your DNA. Just about everything in our house is labeled and categorized. A couple of weeks ago, Debbie organized the bathroom cabinets into interesting containers:
1. Eye (not kidding)
2. Ointment (you don't want to know)
3. Bandaid (this makes sense ... different sizes)
4. Toothpaste, toothbrush, floss, etc. (really? that many toothbrushes and toothpastes and flosses?)
5. Surplus items (this was my favorite because it really was everything else that you would look for in the bathroom if you didn't cut yourself, stab yourself in the eye or need an immediate tooth cleaning with new dental products.)

But what do I know? I can't ever find anything I need, I don't label stuff and I'm perfectly happy using my tried and true method:

"Debbie ... do you know where the _______ is?"    

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