Trish gave me a thorough chewing this morning, a fair and balanced performance, most of which centered around my apparent inability to pick up after myself. The exhibit in question? One lonely pair of shoes I stepped out of last night when I sat down on the couch. (Now stored in the closet so no picture available.)
Now, you wouldn’t think a single pair of shoes could land a man in such dire straits, but apparently, I was one step away from testing the comfort of outdoor sleeping...