My (new) roommate’s stuff arrived yesterday. (I didn’t mention I had a roommate now? Oh. Sorry. I have a roommate now!) Last night as he was unpacking, we got into an argument about his desire to display his collection of Muppet glasses on the baker’s rack in the kitchen. I resisted. Ultimately, we reached a compromise: he could display said “glassware” in said location if my Buffy DVDs could stay on the built-in shelves in the living room.
And so it begins.