The problem is that neither Mike nor I can stop subscribing to magazines. So this is our rotating stack on the entry table, not counting the magazine files, the few in the bathroom, the ones in the magazine tote in the living room, and those in my nightstand. The recycled reading basket in the lobby LOVES us though.
Friends, there is a kitchen gadget wonderland. It is called TJ Maxx. I freaked out a little when I was home last, and now I have heart palpitations because holy shit there's one in the city now.
Since it's the totally hot thing to blame the recession for negative things happening in your life, I'll play along. I have stopped buying fancy Caldrea, even Mrs. Meyers, dish soap because of the recession. Well that and I have also been too lazy to visit the stores where they sell it. But it does seem doofy to spend more than a couple bucks on dish soap.
(I'm lying. My next bottle will expensive and smell like faeries.)
I'm not gonna play like we're ordering takeout the all the time and whipping out these chopsticks. I'm not gonna act like when the food gets here, I don't try to use these for a brief second but then have to get a fork almost immediately. Or that they are almost totally ornamental. Not at all.
One day, we'll have our own patch of backyard, and there will even be a table for bbq stuff, rather than just some cinder block ledges.
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