Monday, January 25, 2010

A realtor tries to unload it

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

I got you

With pretty much zero effort and certainly without realizing it, I've somehow amassed what so many before me have only dreamed of: a battery drawer.

A legitimate battery drawer. A real-life, adult, I'm-actually-thinking-past-next-week, frikkin' battery drawer.

My Maslow is a little rusty but I'm pretty sure that pyramid thing goes a little something like this:

I think it's safe to say I've arrived.

Oh sure, everyone's got a box or a drawer or somethin' with a few loosies rolling around. But I’m talking about a real drawer with actual packages of multiple batteries. AA’s and AAA’s, a couple of 9-volts, and even some C’s and D’s.

I figure you never know when your friend's boombox is gonna die and he's gonna ask "hey man, you got like 12 D batteries?"

Yes, friend. Yes, I do. Check my battery drawer.

Now I need to get started on that rubber band/twist tie drawer.