My wife always reminds me that I’m a creature of habit. Sometimes it’s when I get mildly distressed when my favorite cereal isn’t in the house anymore. Other times it’s when she doesn’t put the seat back in place in the car (even though she drives it more than I do). I’m getting better, but it’s still there.

Never moreso than just now.

We’re heading out the door (still) and I needed a belt (no need for a belt when I’m sitting on my ass all day working). I went looking where it *always is* (on a hook in the bathroom… don’t ask). I couldn’t find it, so I ask Shannon where it is.

Where was it?

On a hook on the back of the bathroom door. I walked past the damned belt to check on the hook inside the bathroom!!!

*sigh*

Getting better my ass.