A cake that used to read "Happy Birthday David" left on top of the counter in the kitchen.
A can opener abandoned only after a certain toddler tired of using it as a torture device for a certain canine.
Can I just say that I'm still working on getting those stains out of my bathtub? Washable, my rear.
If you see me around and notice that I'm looking a little "frizzy" or "poofy" in the coif, you know the reason why.
It's looking like I may not be able to groom myself for the next 18 years.