And don’t even get me started on the twist ties

Eighty-six plastic bread bag ties, secreted away in our cutlery drawer, rather than being tossed  in the garbage the way God intended us to in first place.

Apparently we live in mortal fear of unclosed plastic bags. Or of ever being without a guitar pick.

Excuse me, I’ve got to go find the phone under the rubble; Hoarders is calling.

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