The other night. At J's house. We both woke up for some reason at about 3 am. As we were both drifting back to sleep all of a sudden I said: "The orange! You have to remind me!"
He was, understandably, confused. Orange?
"YES! Behind my couch! It's been there for a week! I keep forgetting! It's going to rot and smell! You HAVE to remind me!"
And I fell back to sleep.
He told me about it the next morning, totally amused. I choose to see it as maximizing my resources and making sure I get the task done.
It's now in the garbage.
Splatter Painting In New York
4 weeks ago