Boxes
My other half has developed a bit of a box fetish. And that's not a euphemism. He's been known to have random fetishes before - there was a time when we couldn't pass a wooden pallet without having to stop and throw it in the back of the car. But this box fetish is starting to take over.
Our kitchen is now full of plastic boxes. It's great, as it means that all the stuff that usually gets thrown in the cupboard (tins, packets, jars etc) are now tidily in boxes so they're more easily accessible. But also it's a bit annoying when you look for something that's always lived happily on a shelf only to find it in the 12th box you've looked in.
We have boxes for everything. The light bulbs are in one box. The first aid stuff and medicines in another. The dog food in another. Hell, even our tupperware boxes are in a box.
Anthea Turner eat your heart out girl!
posted by NakedWriter at 17:04
1 Comments:
I do understand, my mother has a similar problem. It's not always obvious which box something can be found in and to which box items should return.
Also, boxes tend to be deep and so things inevitably end of on top of other things, meaning that some digging is required.
The human race has yet to find the perfect solution for adequate storage of everyday items.
5:40 PM, April 10, 2006
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