Stocking up
“Milk, OJ, shampoo…”
“There’s shampoo in the closet.”
“Is there?”
… Sometime later I pick up the stuff to take upstairs. Lo and behold, shampoo!
I stored it in the closet behind the other two bottles of shampoo that were in there.
We have this problem, Plagioclase and I, of trying to remember to get something from the store, and then every time we go to the store we get more, because we aren’t sure we got it before. It used to be napkins, but now, apparently, it’s shampoo.
Just as long as it isn’t something perishable. We don’t have any freezer space.