Barry and I have talked a lot about getting a dog recently, but the idea of dog hair everywhere freaks me out. A few friends have suggested that we get a Roomba, which has led me to ask, "Where would we store it?" All of them have answered the same thing, "Under the bed." Let me make this clear, friends. I am not a person who stores anything under a bed. Or under a chair. Or under any other piece of furniture.
Speaking of not storing under things, I don't store over things, either. I couldn't store something on top of the refrigerator if my life depended on it.
I also can't keep things in the car (with the exception of emergency equipment in the trunk, like jumper cables, a blanket, and a jug of water). If something is in the car, it means I'm in the process of taking it somewhere where it will be left.
The other evening, I started dozing off while I was still dressed in the clothes I'd worn that day. I was exhausted, so I asked Barry to take my shoes and socks off for me while I laid there with my eyes closed. He took off my shoes and started taking off my socks the way he takes off his own - peeling them down from the top, over the ankle and heel and down to the toes, turning them inside out as he goes. My eyes immediately popped open and I said, "Pull from the toe so they don't get turned inside out." He jokingly replied, "Man, it must be hard to be you." My answer? "Not when I take my socks out of the dryer and they're right side out. That makes it so easy to be me."
No judgement if you have a crumby toaster oven, store things in every nook and cranny possible, or turn your socks inside out when you take them off... just don't ask me to. It's not that I want to be this way (or that I don't want to, for that matter). I just am.
Now for a random photo:
Unicorn graffiti... what's up, Portland?