At least my boyfriend has a sense of humor about it, even if I don’t:
How can I get this on a milk carton?
P.S. My room has become comparable to Homeland Security and/or TSA. Nothing gets in or out of it without being searched fully and routine searches and re-searches of areas of the room (aka all of it) are conducted daily. And just like in the real world, all that’s come of it nothing substantial has turned up and I’m delayed getting to places I need to be.
