1. Something's wrong with my washer. Every time I do a load of laundry, I'm seriously afraid my washer is going to lift off and take my clothes with it. I'm not kidding. Imagine a moving train with a shuttle inside it, preparing for a space mission. That's what it sounds like.
2. I have some paper muffin cups, but I don't make muffins or cupcakes often (though I should), so I always have extras I need to stash somewhere. My apartment kitchen was not structured with the thought that a normal human would be using it, so there are random cabinets and drawers everywhere. Thus, every. single. time. I need to put my muffin cups away, I try to put them somewhere I know I'll remember. And without fail, I have to dig through cabinet after cabinet looking for the stupid things. And when I finally find them, I think, okay, well now I know where they are. But, sadly, this knowledge doesn't last until the next time I need to muffin cups. It's infuriating. And pathetic.
3. I forget to use my left-handed spoon. Until it's too late, and I don't want to dirty another utensil. So it sits in all its wooden glory, waiting for a chance to show my lame right-handed spoons what's up.
Now I just have to figure out what the heck is wrong with my washer. And remember where those dang muffin cups are. I really want some cupcakes.
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