Did a little spring cleaning the other day- decided to put all the winter stuff away and bring out the bright and sunny summer stuff. And this is was the result. Complete and utter frustrating pandemonium. The people who lived here previously forgot to mention that any closet and storage space we thought we saw in each room would shrivel up and die the very second they handed over the keys. The VERY SECOND. “There’s a closet” POOF!!!! No more closet. No more cupboards. No more shelves, no more place to put anything, no more AIR. Where did the air go, I could have sworn WE WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE AIR?!!!??!
Mickey thought it was great fun, of course. We don’t care what Mickey thinks.
Turns out there is a bit of storage and its door is conveniently located in the following location:
- underneath the carpet in the closet by the front door (i.e. under the house)
Did you get that? UNDER THE CARPET. As in under it. You have to pull the carpet up. And you have to remove the closet doors in order to pull the carpet up. So the doors were in the living room somewhere.
Don’t believe me? Photographic evidence:
Who is their right FREAKING mind would require that you remove closet doors and pull up carpet to get to the access point to ANYTHING? PLEASE TELL ME, FANCY DESIGNERS. Maybe this would be a good place to hide fugitives, or money after I rob a bank, or perhaps even a growth op (that is “bad guy” lingo for a place where one might grow drugs. I think), but I am pretty damn sure my winter UNDERWEAR does not need a secret hiding place.
The image above shows John reaching (reaching!) for air as he heave ho’s the aforementioned Winter Underwear.
Right after this we went for dinner and downed our french wine. Can ya blame us? After all of that we should have had two bottles…
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