Friday, October 4, 2013
Exhibit B: My Counter of Doom
As a result, it is my catch all. I've had one in every house, so I'm not sure eliminating the wall would eliminate my propensity toward a catch all. But this is it. We call it the Counter of Doom. My husband accidentally knocks something off of it at least once a week, as his seat is the one in the back and it takes some crazy Cirque-de-Soleil moves to maneuver between Pumpkin Pie's seat and the Counter of Doom to get to his seat.
"You're welcome to come up with a better system!" I always say indignantly when he displays his displeasure at once again having to pick something up that he's knocked off. It's very hypocritical of me, since I display the same disgust. It's just usually done when he's at work and I'm getting the girls lunch or whatever.
This Counter of Doom has long been the sole reason I don't invite people over that often. The reason all the stuff is there is because I don't know what to do with it otherwise, so how am I supposed to magically come up with a place when people come over? I'm slowly embracing it, though, since I think the last two times I've had people over (one set being my in-laws) I didn't even bother cleaning it off. Do you love me? Then you'll love my Counter of Doom. Because that's who we are.
We are a family with a Counter of Doom.
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