1. Something in your house that isn't where it should be.
2. Something you broke, but kept it.
3. Food that you have in your house that you never eat (or drink)
First of all, pretty much everything in my house is where it's supposed to be according to me. I must put everything in it's proper place. That's me. The exception is sometimes my husband's shoes, which frequently are left by the door instead of in his closet. Now here is something in an odd place, my dining room table diaper changing station:

I used to have this on top of my first floor clothes dryer at my old house but in this house the laundry is upstairs. I put this all away when guests come, of course. But I can't be carrying a 30 lb. kid up an extra long (due to 9 ft. ceilings) flight of stairs every time he poops. Which is a lot!
Next is the small ceramic mixing bowl, part of a set of three, that I managed to break but still kept. It holds liquid ( I think) depsite a sizable crack. I just like it and don't feel like pitching it just yet.

And finally the food and drinks we keep around but never eat.

I always have cereal in the house but never eat it. I keep thinking I will. Actually that box of Honey Bunches was bought for Mike's teenage cousins who stayed with us well over a year ago and didn't even touch it. The orzo pasta was bought for some fancy meal I saw in a cookbook and never made. The frozen soft pretzels on the right have been in the freezer so long they are petrified. The relish we don't eat but keep for cookouts. The flavored mayo and sweet and sour sauce seemed like good ideas at the time, but both taste disgusting. I pitched them after taking this photo. And the jar in the middle? Pickled leeks. G - R - O - S - S !!! My husband brought these home after he went wild leek picking in the woods with a buddy from Bumble-you-know-what, PA on a business trip. He loves these little onion things all soaked in vinegar and other nasty stuff. One taste will make your whole face pucker and your toes curl.
Also we have this big stash of Bacardi rum that we never ever drink, due to my travels to Puerto Rico for business with said distillery many times in my previous life. After every meeting with the people from Bacardi they would send me away with a two-pack box of rum. I really wanted some 151 but they won't let you take that home on the plane because of its high flashpoint.

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