But here's what I would have done... When we finally got to move all of our stuff into our new kitchen, I quickly realized there was no pen and paper on which to write down messages. So, I put a Post-It note pad and a pen in the large drawer that had a big divider to hold all our silverware, as well as random items like can openers, wine openers, etc. I must specify that each thing had it's own little compartment and I didn't think it was a big deal.
Well, the PH was not happy when he saw it. He took the pen and paper out, grousing about how I was trying to turn it into a junk drawer and it starts with a pen and paper and quickly turns into more pens and more paper and then other stuff until what was the silverware drawer is filled with junk, blah, blah, blah. I kept putting the pen and paper back in the drawer until I think he conceded defeat (as long as it's just one pen and one notepad).
So, after talking with my friend Flora the other night (who has been my partner in crime for many, many years and had been planning a prank of her own on her husband), I decided to turn the silverware drawer into a mini office. Pens, paper, scissors, paperclips, rubber bands, Wite-Out... I was even thinking of putting my laptop in the drawer. And, then, of course, I would have asked the PH to grab me a fork. It would have been awesome.
Am I the only one with an anal retentive spouse? I swear, the man will put up with a bathroom that would give germaphobes a heart attack, but will flip out over the number of items on the bathroom counter or a pen and paper in the silverware drawer. Oh, and don't even get me started about putting magnets on the fridge. It might lead to divorce.