"Where's that bandeaux bra?"
It's in my room, on the floor, to the left of the chair.
"Hey, have you seen the dark red nail polish?"
Living room. On the floor, in the make-up bag with all the nail stuff.
"Are there any clean glasses?"
There's one on my bedside table that has only been used once for bedtime water. Use that.
Apparently, instead of cleaning, we've simply memorized the mess.
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This is why you never mess with your husband's desk or work-bench. Mike always asks why I don't dust his desk when cleaning the office. And I tell him I'm not laying a hand on his stuff on his desk because I will want to organize it.
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