I was never a science whiz. The only way I passed Chemistry in high school was through the careful selection of my lab partner: a kid who I knew 1) was a science genius and 2) didn't like to write lab reports. We were the perfect lab duo, once I learned how to keep a straight face whenever Craig said "THERmo-meter" instead of "ther-MOM-e-ter." He could never remember how to say it the traditional way.
But I certainly learned something scientific during my vacation. You know how they say matter is never created or destroyed? It's totally true.
I spent quite a bit of time cleaning and organizing the kitchen, but all that stuff that's been living more or less permanently on the counter merely found its way onto the dining room table. I chased it into the storage closet, but it refused to disappear. So I had to organize the closet, too.
Oh, yeah, NOW I get it.