Last night, during one of my organizing-of-the-clutter rampages, I spent a little time down in our basement. Basements are a curiosity to me; they don't have 'em where I grew up and they've always seemed to me a foreign and magical world, ripe for exploring. Turns out, you can discover a lot in basements.
I discovered that when my roommate told that cute, outdoorsy guy in the ward she "totally would be into fishing because [she's] always wanted to do that," she wasn't kidding.
I discovered what my roommate reads in her free time.
I discovered that no one in this house is allowed to buy another lamp.
I discovered why I always get the creepy feeling that someone is watching me when I'm doing my laundry.
I discovered that no matter how many times my roommate tells me this chair "totally went with the theme of the room," I will never stop snickering at it.
I discovered this thing. Upon inspection, I found it to be a ceramic planter. My first thought when I saw it, however, was "chamber pot."
I discovered what people needed to survive in 1962. I was disappointed to find this was empty.
I discovered my roommate is one of the eight people who enjoyed She's All That enough to purchase the VHS.
Partial Basement Inventory
Christmas Trees: 5
Kitchen Tables: 2
Foosball Tables: 1
Containers of Laundry Detergent: 7
Cans of Paint: 22
What's in your basement?