My office is on the second floor and that's where I tend to spend most of the workday. Because it's located an entire flight of stairs from the filtered water on the fridge door, I find myself going thirsty rather than taking the trek to the kitchen.
Yes, I understand exactly how lazy this is.
(Do I need to remind anyone of how I once considered hiding a bucket in the first floor pantry in the old house rather than climbing twelve stairs to the bathroom?)
(Fletch wouldn't let me, by the way.)
Anyway, I came up with a rather elegant solution. I would buy a case of water and store it upstairs, thus I would never get thirsty to the point of dizziness again! Genius!
(Granted, a little bit pathetic, but mostly genius!)
I bought the water, brought it upstairs, and deposited it on the counter in the guest bathroom, where it remained in the way for the next few days. Because this bath is right next to my office, I tend to favor it over the master bath which is a good twenty paces down the hall.
(Y'all are noticing a theme here, aren't you?)
I kept having to work around the bulky case when I brushed my teeth, washed my face, etc. so I needed to find a place to store it. I could bring it down to the laundry room off the master bedroom, but then I'd have to do all that rearranging to make it fit in the cabinet.
Turns out the solution to my problem was right next to me. I drew back the shower curtain in front of the unused guest tub and placed the case in there, spic, span, and out of the way. Plus, I figured, if anything happened to one of the bottles, leaking water would go directly down the drain. Again, genius!
When Fletch got home, I proudly whipped open the curtain to show him where I'd stashed the water.
He slowly looked from the case to me. After a long pause, he finally said, "So... you've decided to store stuff in an empty tub. Congratulations, you've just taken the first step to seeing yourself on Hoarders in twenty years."
Yeah. I moved the bottles.
