The guys who frequent the Mansion (and by that I mean Farmer H, The Pony, and Genius...it's not like I'm running an Old West bordello here) are not the only ones who are practicing to be Jenga champions. While they concentrate on the wastebasket, I am more comfortable in my own domain: the kitchen sink.
Don't go thinking I let that many dishes pile up. Oh, I have before, but not this time. They're just bulky. Underneath are the big square glass bowl I used for my 7 Layer Salad, and some Hillbilly Tupperware that were once Chinese takeout containers. I'm all about re-purposing, you know. Like, for instance, those green containers that my best ol' ex-teaching buddy Mabel used for gifting me some delicious homemade chocolate covered cherries. I see no need to throw them away just because they're marketed as "disposable."
My counter and table are usually more cluttered, but I haven't had a lot of time to junk them up since the holiday. On the table is a plate of evening snack for Puppy Jack. Oh, don't worry about Sweet, Sweet Juno. Her plate is obscured by the Sink Jenga. In fact, SHE has TWO slices of Domino's cheese pizza from last Thursday. And the bigger half of the cake slice that I divided before washing the plate.
So sad, removing The Pony's treats from my kitchen. So final. Such a reminder that he's gone for another 6 months.