We’ve had our cell phone since 1999. It is black, has an antenna and does not vibrate, take pictures or play games. Cingular just discontinued the cheap-o plan we were on, so we called them to negotiate a new cheap-o plan. When we told the twenty-something Cingular Rep what type of phone we had, he laughed at us. Really! But we have no use for games, pictures and music. All I really want is a vibrate feature so the babysitter can reach us when we’re at the movies. We are anomalies in the new Wireless World Order. Sometimes we go for days without using the phone. I do not feel the need to chat with my friends at the grocery store, the dentist's office, or the dressing room. We always come in well under our 50 allotted Anytime Minutes. Our battery often dies because I forget that I have a phone. Our ringtone is… a ring. We are dinosaurs.
I went shopping last Saturday for groceries. Since we were having chili this week, I needed tomato sauce. I bought tomato paste. Fortunately, I had the sauce that I needed, but now I have a can of tomato paste I will never use. It will still be sitting in the back of my pantry two years from now. Sad.
I finally did it! I organized my Pots and Pans. Previously, you needed a hardhat and a signed waiver to venture into the depths of the pots and pans cabinet, but a tip from the newspaper saved me. I purchased two dishdrainers and managed to organize everything so that it stays organized. The best part is that my 12-year-old son, the Dishwasher Unloader Man, likes this method and uses it. Pots and Pans are easily accessible again. What joy!
The next problem is the abyss of plasticware in the other cabinet. Deep in its depths lurk bowls that have not seen their lids in a millennia or so. Despite previous attempts to organize, my son just does not see the necessity of finding the lid to the Tupperware salad bowl. I need kitchen magic- the kind that can overcome a 12-year-old's organizational apathy. Where is Mr. Clean when you need him?