We usually eat breakfast at the counter and often lunch as well on weekends. I try not to say anything, but left for more than a few hours these items become 'elephants in the room'.
The microwave was on the counter for six days. I waited that long hoping he would notice it and do the manly thing. It's been on the deck table for two months now. I wonder would it still be on the counter today?
Today I picked up the roaster while getting breakfast, (which had only been on the kitchen counter overnight), Allan said, "I'll put that away tonight."
"It is in my way now!" I said whisking it to the top of the basement stairs. Still there waiting.
Oh, the joys of keeping the counters clean. What is the magical secret?
