I was on a mission, so I headed to the bedroom to get the scotch tape. I’m not really sure why I keep my scotch tape in the bedroom, but I do, and I knew exactly where it was could be found.
On the way there I passed the litter box. It needed cleaning, so I picked up the scoop and a small paper bag. It had clearly been a while, because after a few scoops the paper bag was almost full.
I returned to the kitchen to deposit the bag in the trash bin. The bin was also almost full. So, I pulled the trash bag out, tied the ends and took it to the back stoop.
There was water on the back stoop by the cat’s bed. Or maybe it was a little present from the cat.
Stepping back inside I grabbed a paper towel. I returned outside and wiped up the wet spot. Gingerly holding the damp towel under my nose, I sniffed and was relieved to find it was only water.
Inside again, I moved to throw the wet paper towel away. I opened the cupboard that houses the trash bin, but the bin had no bag inside.
I put the wet paper towel down on the counter and reached into the lower cabinet for the roll of trash bags. Peeling one off the end of the roll, I shook it open and placed it in the bin.
It was then that I noticed the counter littered with the paint chips that I had intended to tape up on the wall. Where was that scotch tape anyway? Heading back towards the bedroom, I started thinking that I should consider keeping the tape somewhere more logical or at least more convenient.
I snatched the roll of tape and returned to the kitchen.
Just as I pulled up the two-step ladder, so I could tape the paint chips on the wall, I was perturbed to discover a damp, wadded-up paper towel on the counter.
How many times have I told my husband not to leave
