Life is funny

I cannot stand crooked pictures on walls. It drives me nuts. In my home. In someone else's home. Anywhere. If a picture is crooked, I feel a need to fix it or it will bother me. I don't wonder where my son's ocd tendencies come from. I know.

I like to think I have a pretty good eye at making a picture level on a wall. Sometimes I use a leveler (I hope that is how you spell it), but most times I can simply eyeball it. I do have one picture in my house that is slightly askew. It is my Simpsons poster. I justify not fixing it for two important reasons. First, for my own sanity I think it is important that one picture be less then perfectly straight. Second, it is a Simpsons poster. They are slightly off and thus the picture is too.

Braedon, bless his soul, likes to go around and turn my pictures to an angle. Not one picture. Not one room. Any picture he can reach or walk by gets turned. I found him one day looking at a wall with five pictures on it. All five are different sizes, in different areas, and in different frames. He walked up and moved three of them slightly to the right. He stepped back and surveyed his work and simply said, "Perfect."

NO IT WASN'T!!!!

I sat there for about 10 seconds before getting up to "fix" them and return them to their proper position. Braedon waited about the same amount of time before he, too, "fixed" them.

Now, everyday, I walk around my house making sure my pictures are all straight. Today I cleaned up my front room, did laundry, and even cleaned my couches. When I sat down for a much needed rest, I looked across the room and on my wall were five pictures.

Three of them leaning slightly to the right. Ahhhh...Braedon.