Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Yes, this trunk is my saving grace; an anecdote for the crud load of clutter Craig naturally creates.
Here's the thing: as much as I enjoy being married to Craig, I do not, have not and will not ever enjoy his clutter. We have one bedside table in our bedroom. After years of spilled water glasses on our previous bedside table, Craig is no longer allowed to have a table on his side of the bed. This bodes well for our furniture's finish, however, it also presents us with an even bigger issue: "where should Craig store is crap?" Well, I should be more specific: "where should Craig store his crap so that he does not have to remove himself from the bed when he's watching television and/or does not feel inclined to put things away in their properly (aka Alison sanctioned) designated spots?"
Since I was entirely unwilling to buy another end table that would more than likely meet its untimely demise by the repeated spillage of water, I opted for a spacious trunk made of natural materials.
Anyway, I'll keep you posted on Project Contain Craig's Crap. I hope it has a happy ending. Otherwise, you might hear a story on the news of a Virginia housewife who, in a fit of maniacal, clutter induced anger, threw her husband's netbook, work papers, ipod and watch out the window because she couldn't take the pile of flotsam and jetsam on the floor any longer.
Posted by Alison at 2:26 PM