Electric Patio Heaters Indoors: A Different Kind of Risk
I own five electric patio heaters. Five. I said the number out loud to myself while writing this and had to sit with it for a second, because that is…
I own five electric patio heaters. Five. I said the number out loud to myself while writing this and had to sit with it for a second, because that is…
My wardrobe doors get touched, grabbed, kicked open, and slammed shut somewhere around forty times a day in this house. I actually counted once, out of boredom during a rare…
I’ve measured the same gap in my hallway five separate times since February. Same tape measure, same eleven and a half feet of wall, same result every time, and I…
The new mattress arrived on a Tuesday, still wrapped in that ridiculous vacuum sealed plastic that makes it look like a giant beige burrito, and by six that evening I…
I was sitting on the kitchen floor at seven o’clock on a Tuesday, cross-legged, peeling packing tape off a box of mismatched wine glasses I definitely didn’t need, when I…
I own four portable crib mattress pads right now. Four. For one baby, who sleeps in exactly one portable crib at a time, and I have genuinely stood in the…
I used to think soft close drawers were one of those things you paid extra for so a closet company could put a fancier sticker on the quote, right up…
I ruined a rug that belonged to my mother in law over a cup of Earl Grey and a wingback chair that sat exactly four feet from the nearest flat…
I currently own twenty seven outdoor cushions. Twenty seven. I counted them properly last week, laid every single one out on my building’s shared roof deck like some kind of…
I turned my electric blanket on for the forty first night in a row this week. I know it was forty one because I actually kept a tally on my…