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Laundry room, pantry, door in the ass

Our laundry room is also the kitchen pantry. Washer and Dryer under a set of cabinets on one side, and the other is my big old pantry. Graybelle calls it "heaven" because it's always full.

Yes I am a problem shopper, I am very frugal and careful in my purchases but I still manage to always have a crammed full pantry.

I was in the pantry (that's what I call it if it's food involved, if I'm doing laundry I call the same place the laundry room) putting cans of olives and water chestnuts in the nearest empty drawer. But every time I shut one drawer my snap-ware container of Craisins would come crashing down onto my head, by the second time it hit me I yelled, "dammit". No! it did not occur to me to move the freaking container to a different place, I can win over gravity.

Duh dunt da da..Riddick comes running to the rescue. He was in the garage working on his batbike when he heard me yell.

I should mention that the Laundry room/Pantry is between the kitchen and the garage. Visualize walking to the end of my kitchen, opening the door, walking into the little room, on your right is the food, on your left is the laundry, in front of you is the door to the garage.

So as I'm bent over putting cans of olives away and exclaiming "dammit" Riddick comes barreling in from the garage, opens the door, slams it into my ass and sends me head long into the washer.

Suddenly the snap-ware of Craisins to the cranium didn't feel so bad.

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