You want to know why I'll never be able to get over my obsessive compulsive disorder by which I keep checking things (like going back in the house to see that the stove is turned off, or constantly checking to see that I have my wallet with me when I'm travelling)? Because I screw up just enough that the disorder is not entirely irrational.

Perhaps an example is in order. On April 4, 2008, I made all the reservations - 2 1/2 months in advance, mind you - for my trip to NYC with my niece. Airline, hotel, Broadway shows. So, last night it occurs to me that I should call and confirm the hotel reservation. Everything is done online, of course, but I have printed copies of all my paperwork. Oddly enough, my hotel reservation doesn't have a confirmation number. Rather, it appears that I printed out the screen preceding the confirmation page, and I can't find any emails etc., that show that the reservation was actually ever made. Apparently, I missed one step - the one where you push the button to actually confirm the reservation.

Not surprisingly, when I called the reservation hotline, there is no reservation under my name.

Fortunately, I was able to easily book alternative accommadations, but I was sick to my stomach thinking I almost showed up at the original hotel, with my 19 year old niece in tow, only to find out we had no place to stay.

Idjit, idjit, idjit.