I’ve been trying to put away/get rid of a few things in the basement every day this January. (It’s a job Lloyd could accomplish in one hour, but I’m enjoying the aimlessness of the challenge.) Anyway, today I moved the opened case of plastic water bottles to a shelf, instead of where it has been for months – in the direct path to the washer and dryer.
I don’t even know why they are here. I think Lloyd had to buy them for some Republican function and they didn’t all get used. So, they have sat in my basement, and I don’t know what to do. I am mad at their very existence. Water is accessible everywhere. Use a glass, people! For me it’s on par with buying bagged air. (Sidebar: I absolutely adore those reusable metal water bottles, and drool over all the cute designs, but have successfully avoided buying even one. I never drink plain water unless I’m taking a pill. Flavored beverages for me, please, and keep ’em coming.)
Back to the bottles – so, they will live on the shelf forever, and only be used in an ’emergency’, which will never come. Even if we somehow lose our piped-in water, I will probably still hoard the stuff, thinking that we should save it for our seventh day without water, when we’ll really need it.
Stupid bottles. *grumble grumble*
Bright side – I did not trip on the way to wash clothes tonight!