Just now I found myself tidying the tupperware. One basket for containers, one for lids. They live in the “laundry room.” Once I’d obsessively straightened them, tossed the extra yogurt container lids in the recycling, and put the baskets back on the shelf, I wondered to myself, “what did I come in here to do?” Because I sure didn’t go to the laundry room to straighten tupperware.

It was several minutes later when I realized I’d gone to get the screwdriver (which lives behind the baskets) to put up my swanky new “The Owl and the Pussycat” lightswitch plate, a gift from Bee.

This is just so, so sad.