Where's Mustapha?

Where's Mustapha?

I assembled this little shelving unit*, put it in place, and Mustapha instantly shelved himself. If only all my things put themselves away like that.

And hey, Noah, that mug is on the bottom shelf because it is getting over to your house sometime.

* The problem with our great cedar-chest find was that we simply could not resist putting junk on top of it as soon as we walked in the door, which meant that the next morning we couldn't get hats or gloves out of it until we threw everything on the couch, which meant that the next night we had to clear off the couch to watch TV... by setting the stuff on top of the cedar chest.