I came home from work tonight with a plan. A checklist to execute. A bunch of random stuff that I wanted to get done. It was all going along fine, dishes-done, floors-done, until an overwhelming stroke of personal genius brought me to my knees. I wept. Why hadn’t I thought of this before?
There’s been a plastic drawer riding around in my back seat since last week, when I snagged it from someone’s garbage. On Sunday, I washed it and until now, its went without a purpose- been dead weight. How about a trunk drawer? Duh.
For those of you who don’t know, I practically live out of my car. Since I go between like five homes, it’s only logical to pack enough clothes, various shoes and athletic gear to be prepared, just in case I decide to stay at one. My clothes stay nice from the closet bar across the back seat and now, my shoes won’t get squished from limited trunk surface area. All that I need now is a pop-up hamper.
When it’s convenient to stay at the house I’m closest to, I’ve got dress pants and matching shoes. After work, the occasional, spontaneous, last-minute, tennis match-dinner party combo is possible as long as I’ve got a racket and shirt that’s not sweaty. It’s quite simple to take your look from day to night with cute leopard flats and a red pair of glasses. Rubber boots? Those are handy. Ankle weights? Why not? Bug spray, toilet paper, and wrinkle release? Perfect- the phone book has had enough pages ripped out for long runs. But, if it rains today and you can’t run, do you have an umbrella? More importantly, do you have goggles and a towel to go swimming indoors? Drying off with dirty underwear isn’t the best way to stay feeling refreshed. (Get a hamper for those bad boys instead.)