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.
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August 24, 2005 at 10:27 am
G. D. Aiello
I like that you know where everything “lives”. Most of my things are vagrants.
August 24, 2005 at 10:42 am
blackbird
Yeah. But did you have to go up or down a flight of stairs cause stairs make me forget what I am doing.
August 24, 2005 at 11:13 am
Jess
I DO know where everything lives. Well, not everything – the things without homes drive me crazy, like the curtain ties. What does one do with them when the curtains are untied??
No stairs, thank goodness – I used to have them and that definitely made the problem worse.
August 24, 2005 at 2:09 pm
jessenicholas
Say there! Isn’t it your birthday or something?
August 25, 2005 at 6:48 am
tuckova
destinesia. (destination amnesia) “What happens when you go enter a room but can’t remember what you went for in the first place.”
August 25, 2005 at 9:14 am
Jess
Monday was my birthday, yes.