Back in the days when I was bat shit crazy I dressed like a combination of Dame Edna and Liberace. Combine this with the "stuck a calico cat in a blender" hairstyle and not only did I act crazy, I looked crazy too. The craziness carried over into every area of my life - from the multicolored kitchen cabinets (every door and drawer front a different color with stars painted on them) to the checks that I ordered. Derek was raised in a "we only buy the plain blue checks" kind of family. However, I was raised in the "I am going to buy the checks with the monkeys in tutus on them because I am doped out of my mind ... hey is that a turtle" kind of family. Crazy begets crazy !
I ordered new checks today and I picked some rather plain ones with stripes on them. However, I am going to tell Derek (complete with a print out to show him) that I ordered these .... he he he ! I am evil ! muahahahahahaha! I like to call them the Circus Clowns on Crack checks ... I wonder if they come with their own hit of acid.