We have a bathroom off our living room. It's one of those deals that just has a toilet and a sink so that guest can use it but they are not subjected to your mess. My downstairs roommates use it as their bathroom. (They have a shower downstairs, but no toilet. A man designed these places.)
My roommates are very, very, neat people. Thanks goodess. Because I need to be led in that direction. Sometimes pushed kicking and screaming. But I want to be there. I want my house to be tidy and comfortable. I want to be that neat and organized person. But I've ranted about this before.
The rest of the house looks lovely. Not like my room . . . either my bedroom, or my classroom.
Anyway, I came home and there was a toilet plunger outside the bathroom door, in the living room. My first thought was, "Oh dear, the bathroom flooded." And then I went about my day, not seeing anyone drowning or even home.
The plunger has been there all week.
I'm just noticing today, because as I've stated before, I am not the neatest person. It's a goal. We should all be trying to achieve something. This is my dream.
Back to the plunger.
What are my neat, neat, roommates thinking? That the plunger is too icky to go in the guest bathroom? Thus, the perfect place is in the living room? It is just so outside of what I have come to expect.
Maybe I'll shock them this weekend and clean my room.
And maybe unicorns and leprechauns will fly me away for a weekend at a spa.
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Haven't you heard of the new plunger decor? Come on, Stweenie, get with the times! :)
The plunger was not techinally in the living room. It was just outside the bathroom, so I would remember to take it back to Tony's, which I did. I think unicorns will fly before you clean your room.......
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