Let’s talk about the trash can in my kitchen and how I haven’t been able to find it for a few weeks now. My new roomie, Miss A as we like to call her, moved in at the beginning of the month and so I rearranged some things in order to make things just lovelier in general. One of the things I did, not just for loveliness, but because the growing puppy did not need to be getting any big ideas of digging in the trash can, was to move the garbage and recycling cans into the bottomest shelf of the big cupboard in the kitchen.
I’ve been looking for it ever since. Blast. Seriously, everytime I need to put something in the garbage can, I start wandering around, and usually end up even going out the porch door looking for it before I get very annoyed and them suddenly remember that it’s in that cupboard. It’s only been weeks now, let’s see if we can’t make it months of confusion! (And I don’t doubt that my brain can! In fact, I bet we’ll be playing this game until I move out of this apartment.)