It’s Just So Beautiful

You tell yourself you’re never going to be like your parents, fussing over the boring mundane details of life. Your eyes roll back in your head when they start talking about things like replacing the furnace and redoing the backsplash in the kitchen and putting new shelves in the garage.

And then one day you’re forty years old, and a photo of a beautifully organized dish rack crosses your path and fills you with as much joy as Saturday morning cartoons used to. Don’t worry; this doesn’t make you a bad person. It just means you’ve been around the block enough to know that a disorganized kitchen just means more work later. Now, seriously, where do I buy that dish rack?