Like Mother, Like Daughter

Ya gotta laugh.

Dale is quite used to finding items all lined up in rows. I suppose I instinctively like order. I line things up without thinking about it, usually in order of longest to shortest.

My embroidery needles:

My pretzel sticks:

My french fries. My cheetoes. My pencils. My scissors. My camera lenses. The mail.

You get the idea.

Last Sunday, our eldest, Jeanne, visited with us for a few hours. We chatted, watched some movies, and had some Taco Bell food for lunch. As Jeanne said goodbye, Dale noticed this on the table at Jeanne's spot.

Like mother, like daughter.