It all starts out simple enough. John can't find a CD. A green one. That used to be sitting right on this desk. He starts looking for it. He is digging through all the usual places--the desk drawers, the junk drawers, the boxes of his in the basement labeled "John's crap--knives, shot glasses, military uniforms." Then it escalates.
Suddenly, he is decrying our lack of organization. He is rummaging around in the storage room, moving boxes all herky jerky, exclaiming how this house is nothing but a big "crap placeholder. We should just put an ad in the paper saying ' Do you have crap? Then bring it to our house!'"
I am suddenly at his side, moving boxes with him, because, dammit, this is not a crap placeholder. How can he possibly say that? This is our stuff and our house. And, yes, it isn't as well organized as it should be. In fact, the storage room looks like a U-Haul just took a big dump in it..... It is so bad in there that I can't even get the Christmas decorations back in. They are sitting in the middle of the basement floor. Oh. I guess that is what he is talking about. But that is what New Year's Resolutions are for. So, add another one to my list: Organize crap.
Two Days, By The Numbers
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