More on Kari’s point…
I was thinking about Kari’s last post this morning, the one about combining our households. It occurred to me that we’re living this weird, thirtysomething, early-90s-sitcom version of The Twelve Days of Christmas.
Twelve pots and pans
Eleven fluffy pillows
Ten front paws pawing
Nine pet eyes peeping
Eight sets of soup spoons
Seven vintage t-shirts
Six remotes controlling
Five old strings!
Four sets of plates
Three mattresses
Two rusty grills
And a two thousand twelve MINI