You see, yesterday while I was cooking my fabulous Thanksgiving for two (not as easy as it may sound), I decided I did not like where my electric can opener was stored. (This house has the most dysfunctional kitchen I have ever lived with. The fact that the most expensive house has the worst kitchen is a real tribute to how screwy the people who 'renovated' it were. Which is undoubtedly why they're in a home somewhere.)
So I decided to move the small appliances from the small, wonky lower cabinet into the larger, wonky lower cabinet where the Tupperware was. Then I could flip-flop the ever-expanding plastic container collection to the smaller cabinet where most of it could just migrate to the spots where I can't reach it.
|Photo courtest of some save-the-planet organization, which wants us to stop using plastic. What are they suggesting I put my lunch in?|
I only need about five of these, anyway...it doesn't matter if the rest of it disappears.
Unfortunately, all this domestic organization meant that I had to get into the 'mouse cabinet.' (You can read about my adventures with mice here.) Which, of course, meant a HazMat suit and rubber gloves and lots of disinfectant--because mice don't care where they poop.
As with so many of my little 'organizational projects'--notice how that term is in quotes? It's because I am being ironic--it turned into a giant mess. I did not take photos, as subjecting you to cruels and unusual punishment is forbidden by the Geneva Convention. Lt's just say it ended with me 'rearranging' several cabinets and drawers.
Was this a way of getting out of the dishes? (Because there are just as many pots and pans when you cook for two as there are when you cook for six.)
Only for a few hours.
So instead of spending Black Friday dealing with crowds, I am cleaning my kitchen.
Admit it. You know you're jealous.