Maybe this is a 20-something thing. It might just be a Lauren Boyer thing.
I leave dishes EVERYWHERE.
By the week’s end, I have enough plates and mugs on the sink, toilet and ledges of my shower to run a full-service restaurant out of my bathroom.
I’m always looking to save time. That sometimes includes beverages in the buff.
Hey, if people can sing in the shower, why can’t I drink coffee? There shouldn’t be a double standard.
That’s not the only place I find dishes, though. They follow me around the house.
The walk-in closet.
The powder room.
I’m starting to think I have gnomes.