My home life is filled with thingies. Totally. Everywhere I turn to, I have a thingie to fix, observe, bake, cook, kick, hear complaints about, sniff, wear, you name it.
I dont understand this thingie but my wife does. I dont think I can explain this to you but this graph does so beautifully.
We also have invisible men in the house, but that’s for another post sometime.