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May. 16th, 2006 03:31 pmShould I be concerned that somehow Benjamin is able to hide half a dozen tennis balls so well that after searching for fifteen minutes I have NO CLUE where they are? (I am not counting the ones under the couches, desks and bedroom dressers, nor those he tossed into the bathtub. Or into the dishwasher. I am well aware of where those are.)
This is a *two* bedroom apartment of under 1000 square feet, which, while not utterly sparsely furnished, is not exactly over-run with cruft either.
Except in the closets.
He better not have figured out how to get into the closets...
Eep.
[Edit: Of special note for Chip: Those yellow tennis balls on the kitchen cart -- the exceedingly soggy ones -- those are not part of the total of vanished ones. Those are part of my attempt to encourage some of the more adventurous of the tennis balls to recover from their sojourn in the dishwasher. But don't personify them. They will most likely get right cranky about it.]
This is a *two* bedroom apartment of under 1000 square feet, which, while not utterly sparsely furnished, is not exactly over-run with cruft either.
Except in the closets.
He better not have figured out how to get into the closets...
Eep.
[Edit: Of special note for Chip: Those yellow tennis balls on the kitchen cart -- the exceedingly soggy ones -- those are not part of the total of vanished ones. Those are part of my attempt to encourage some of the more adventurous of the tennis balls to recover from their sojourn in the dishwasher. But don't personify them. They will most likely get right cranky about it.]
