I dropped one of my hair clips down the sink. (Our bathroom sink doesn't have a drain thingy in it to block it when I do stuff like that. We should probably get one, but eh. Rental.) I couldn't reach it with my usual means, tweezers, so I enlisted my husband in hopes that his bigger hands would help.
He eventually got it out while I was doing something else, but wouldn't tell me at first how he did it. Then he explained that he'd used one of the pipe cleaners from on top of the fridge.
Apparently, there has been a pack of pipe cleaners on top of the fridge since we moved in, a year and a half ago.
He says there's a whole world taking place a foot above my head...
He also tried to convince me that there's a rabbit living on top of the kitchen closet, but I know that's not true. He wouldn't be able to resist presenting it to me when I am feeling sad.
He eventually got it out while I was doing something else, but wouldn't tell me at first how he did it. Then he explained that he'd used one of the pipe cleaners from on top of the fridge.
Apparently, there has been a pack of pipe cleaners on top of the fridge since we moved in, a year and a half ago.
He says there's a whole world taking place a foot above my head...
He also tried to convince me that there's a rabbit living on top of the kitchen closet, but I know that's not true. He wouldn't be able to resist presenting it to me when I am feeling sad.