I'm one of those people that color-codes, tabs and micro-organizes everything. So, yea, you could call me a little obsessive compulsive. Not to a point that I can't function in normal life, but enough that it makes people laugh sometimes.
Luckily, my matron of honor knows about my "issues" and accepts me despite this. She's has some obsessive compulsive issues too...about cleaning...but, that's another discussion entirely. We like to joke in our little group of friends about how she likes the lines in her carpet from her vacuum cleaner. Haha, I love her. I wish I was that clean...really, I do!
Regardless, this past Saturday when we went wedding chapel shopping she showed up on my doorstep bright and early...bearing a gift. An awesome gift. An obsessive compulsive person's dream. This is what it was: