I fear that it may be a long time before I can start having company over at my place.
Just spent about 5 minutes looking around for where I decided to keep my sandwich bags and as I got more and more frustrated with each drawer, it just ended up looking like I was playing a kitchen-wide game of foosball (not my best metaphor, I'll admit. I was going to do something like I looked like the mother of 12 checking closets for monsters at bedtime, but I didn't like that one either)
Just spent about 5 minutes looking around for where I decided to keep my sandwich bags and as I got more and more frustrated with each drawer, it just ended up looking like I was playing a kitchen-wide game of foosball (not my best metaphor, I'll admit. I was going to do something like I looked like the mother of 12 checking closets for monsters at bedtime, but I didn't like that one either)
Anyway, I can just picture it now:
"Mark, where's your bathroom?"
"Ummm, uhhh. Vacuum closet....Basement. Front door....Ahhhhh, not on the carpet!"
"Mark, where's your bathroom?"
"Ummm, uhhh. Vacuum closet....Basement. Front door....Ahhhhh, not on the carpet!"
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