Losin' the love

I'm losin' the love! It seems every time I turn around I discover one more itty bitty thing wrong with my apartment. It's almost like trying to find Waldo. I know something is missing but I can't quite put my finger on it.

I love going to flea markets. I get excited with the odd treasure and finding a whole new use for it. I have an antique window hanging from the ceiling as a valance. I have an old wood bench as a coffee table. In the bathroom I have old band aid boxes, razors, cream bottles all displayed on a pretty glass shelf. I love decorating, I love my things. This morning I was brushing my teeth and noticed the red razor holder was missing.

My lovable friend Jack chastised himself for being clumsy. Said he knocked it over while cleaning. Ok, it didn't cost much and I know he didn't do it deliberately. I sighed and rinsed my mouth.

Then I noticed a cracked in a picture frame glass. "oh yeah, sorry. I knocked that over, too, while cleaning". I took it off the shelf and added a new piece of glass to my errand list.

A few minutes later I reached into the closet for the big magnifying make up mirror I bought at Sharper Image a few years ago and noticed it was lined with cracks. Idon't remember dropping it..... Jack!

"Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you. My shaving kit was on the top shelf and it fell the other day...... "

He's a one man wrecking ball. While he's telling me he is outside on the terrace applying brown liquid shoe dye to his tan suede shoes. Not ten minutes goes by when I'm startled by his cursing. Seems the dye spilled. No problem. It spilled on the cement terrace floor. Oh wait, it managed to spill on the teak table, too!

I'm wondering if I have to childproof my place now.