I was three-exclamation-points excited to find that missing potato, which has been MIA since before Thanksgiving.
If you've ever had a potato go bad in your house, you'll know why it was so important to find it. A rotting potato = peee-ewwww. And then they start to decompose like a corpse, and turn mushy and squishy and I just really have enough smells to combat around Chez Bang Bang without yet another one thrown into the mix.
My potato was missing because see below:
I was going to photo-shop out the bottle of cleaner seen in the picture, because it makes my counter top look untidy, but then I thought it's actually proof that I clean, so it's not lazy housekeeping at all, but more like a Good Housekeeping gold star of approval by keeping it out in the open. I so far haven't come up with a good explanation on why I've left packing tape on the counter since Sunday. I'll come up with some rationale, just give me a minute or two..or three.
After I found the rogue potato, Gussie thought I'd brought him a new toy and wanted to have another go at it.
He's also the reason the tomato I had on the counter had teeny-tiny little vampire bite marks in it.
Maybe he's a vegan, like my bad-ass plant eater friend The Hoff. I'd be happy to never put vegan cheese - also known as not-even-close-to-being cheese - in my mouth ever again. He's welcome to it.