Tuesday, April 28, 2009

More pressure I don't need.

My world is a mess.

And I think it's because there's just no room in my life any more for chores. I'm not speaking figuratively, here. Ever since I moved into this teeny-tiny apartment, me and my stuff grapple for real estate like it was the Intervención Estadounidense en México.

Because I don't have room
for the stuff I have, the stuff I need but don't have yet has to wait until there's a vacancy.

This is why my wine lives under the sink with the flower vases and ant spray, and why my empty tea pitcher can be found in the refrigerator. There's a cache of Diet Coke under the bed, and I've reached a standoff with the laundry--knowing that if I wash it, I'll just have to find a place to put it all away. It's important not to mess with the status quo--the slightest shift could tilt the whole thing on its axis, and all my crap would go tumbling out into the street.

So a couple of weeks ago, when my friend David told me that contrary to popular belief, the freezer was not really the best place to keep the vodka, I said, "Really? I had no idea!"

What I was thinking, though, was "Please don't tell me this. There's no place else to put it!"

In the fourteen days since, every time I reach for a handful of ice cubes or a sack of peas, that bottle of Smirnoff is sitting there, reminding me that I'm doin' it wrong. The clock is ticking, and I need to find another place for that bottle to live, before I ruin a perfectly good future Bloody Mary.

It's almost as bad as having lettuce in the crisper.

Image, Arkiva Tropika.

This post was written while listening to the gently falling rain.


Laura said...

Lettuce doesn't go in the crisper?

Anonymous said...

We all know that simply having a larger abode does not room make. No matter how big the "digs", the wine will still be displaced, the food horded up in some remote closet, and the vodka...well the only good place for it is down the hatch.

Mundane Jane said...

Yes. It goes there to die.

Knowing my Vodka is going to "go bad" in the freezer is as distressing to me as is the composting lettuce in the crisper.

Crap. I misdirected my own punch line.

Anonymous said...

"Crisper" is just another word for "rotter"--and vodka DOES belong in the freezer. Period.

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