My memory isn’t good. No matter how bad it gets though, I never seem to forget where things go in the kitchen… My partner, on the other hand, seems to put things in a different place every time.
When I ask him about this he says he doesn’t remember the blah ever sitting on top of the other blah and that I’ve obviously only just changed it. He also implies that this is something I do to ‘get him’. (Well, we both know I have no life but really?)
Instead of screaming “Why? Why? Why?” at the top of my voice, today I say – Maybe I only think I have some way of controlling chaos and I should just embrace the entropy...
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It could be like a fun treasure hunt! Yay! We grown-ups don't get to do those things anymore, not since the invitations to kiddy's birthday parties fried up. And put only one chair out at dinner time, and when the music stops you both can make a dash for it. And when you take the socks and jocks off the line, wrap them in layers and layers of paper, pass the parcel style. Make every day a party at Chez Fatuouso!
Uh, make that "dried up", rather than "fried up". :)
It's already like a treasure hunt, but it's not really fun.... I remember some birthday parites where the kiddies all got fried up - ah dreaming of the summer sun.
Hey, thanks for the Stitchin' link. :)
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