The strangest thing in my house? Easy, that chair. You know the one. The chair that nobody actually sits on. The chair that has retired from its original job and is now living its best life as a wardrobe, storage unit, and sometimes even a dining table.

It holds clothes (clean and dirty), handbags, wigs, maybe even a Bible from last week’s service. Guests see it and ask, Oh, is someone sitting there?’ No. Nobody is ever sitting there. That chair has one mission: to collect things we are too tired to put in their proper place.

At this point, I feel like the chair and I have an unspoken agreement, it won’t judge my laziness, and I won’t judge its new career path. Truly, it’s the MVP of the house.