posted Tue, 17 May 2005
This morning, I found my trash can on the other side of the kitchen from where it usually resides.
As I have never had a habit of sleepwalking or sleep redecorating, the only other explanation is that Pablo/Gaudi/Frank Lloyd (yes, I know these are architects and artists, but I don’t know any famous interior decorators) moved it to suit his tastes. Maybe he thought it would look better there.
I didn’t. I moved it back. It’s my house and I get to make the decisions about décor.
He’s tried the same thing with the rugs and some things I have been thoughtless enough to leave on the floor. We are going to have to discuss this.