Last week Hubs was cleaning out my desk drawer. Partly because he is good to me, and partly because it is his preference that when one pulls on a desk drawer, one might expect that the desk drawer be unencumbered enough to open. Picky, picky.
"Hey," he called. "You might want to come look at this."
Here's what he had found in my one desk drawer:
"I think you have a problem," he said.
I pointed out that if I had a "problem", they would all be Carmex. As there is a trend-breaking Burt's Bees throwing in the stash, I assured him, I do not have a "problem", I merely have a "preference". (And, it would appear, a tendency for losing lids.)