Looking around our studio apartment, which, now that Eric has moved in, is stocked to the brim with crap.
Me: “Remember when I said you should only bring over things you absolutely NEED, and just store the stuff you don’t need, since we’re going to move to a bigger apartment in August, and this apartment has no space?”
Eric: “Yes. That’s what I did. Everything I brought here, I NEED.”
(Moments later, a thud)
Me: “What happened?”
Eric: “I tripped over my bag of didgeridoos.”