potato chips

Don’t let happen to you what happened to us. Look around our house. Pictures lean against the walls, unhung. Boxes are tucked discreetly beneath a drop-leaf table behind the couch. The peanut butter is on the same shelf as the potato chips, for cryin’ out loud.

Oh, and all those for-nows? They’re fast becoming forevers.

But, hey, they look okay where they are. And sometimes looks are all that matters.