I am lazy bordering on comatose, so everything is a major inconvenience to me. We have a kitchen island that is sort of my downstairs craft table and I tend to stack stuff layer on top of layer until it is ready to fall down or I need to find some impossibly tiny thing (the key to my toolbox) and then my wife wants to have family over (buffet table) or bake a cake (bake a cake table) and the whole mess has to come down, leaving me to hunt in vain for the next six months looking for random things (heads, boots, screws, etc...)
Oh, and the upstairs trash (all the pee diapers land there) and it smells like a roadside urinal.
Oh, and the upstairs trash (all the pee diapers land there) and it smells like a roadside urinal.
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