You can never tell when you are turning into...your mother.

The first I thing want to do after waking up this morning was to organize the "linen" closet. That closet was in such chaotic mess of towels, table cloths, sheets, pillow cases, and who-knows-what-else-had-been-thrown-into-over-the-years. In retrospect, my mother's was always neat, clean, and organized.

Done with the linen, I moved to do the other closet. And then I went grocery shopping in an attempt to do some cooking. Failed attempt, by the way. I ended up microwaving Croissant Pocket --a new favorite-- for dinner.

Funny, huh, a couple of years ago, I wouldn't careless of these "female priorities" like the domestics of housekeeping, cooking,, even appearance, romance and relationship. I guess, people do grow.