My Dearly Beloved complains about all the stuff in the attic every time whenever he goes up to look for something. I complain because he can’t find things that I’m certain we’ve stored up there. For instance, this morning I discovered the neatly labeled Fall and Thanksgiving carton that he hadn’t been able to find in time for us to use. I’ve since combined all the fall decor in a large plastic container with a bright green lid now. Maybe next year the witches and the angels won’t emerge at the same time.
Alas, this box, labeled by my DB, was empty when I came upon it in the attic. I have no clue as to what it contained.
I feel reasonably sure it’s not Dog Glass.
Anybody. . . ?