My parents have a wonderful habit of picking up items that they think might be useful to me at some point in my future years. Thing is, they don’t really think about where I’m going to store all of this stuff until it becomes useful.
For instance, about 3 maybe 4 years ago, I was living in a smallish 2 bedroom apartment with my now husband. At the time we weren’t even engaged, and given my personal beliefs, we didn’t even share a room. So really, I had half of a 2 bedroom apartment.
My mother decides that a huge soup pot will definitely become useful to me at some point in time. Now, I don’t know how much this thing holds, but I’m guessing around 4 gallons. It may only be 3.
So, I bring it home where it shifted every few months around the dining room. Why the dining room? Because it was the area of the apartment the least used, and the kitchen was about the size of an uncomfortably small bathroom. I didn’t even have room for all of my normally sized cookware.
My husband referred to it as R2D2, and it’s probably about the same size minus legs and intelligence.
To be continued…
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