concerning details

the wall at the back of my refrigerator has yellow stains.
there's a splinter at the front-left leg of one of the breakfast chairs.
the tile pattern of the kitchen floor has five different colors.
i have a six-month-old chicken sausage in the corner of my fridge.
scott doesn't have a proper pel (what's that word in english?) cloth.
scott only has one small water bucket (i.e. ember).
the framed affirmation that scott hang on the kitchen wall, 'a clean house is a sign of a misspent life!', is askew.
we keep too many plastic bags under the kitchen sink.
there are four kitty toys scattered around the house.
scott's girlfriend's homemade strawberry-topped cheesecake tastes good.

all of these i've just noticed yesterday—despite the fact that i've lived here for almost 10 months—when i had to turn my fridge off for a day to melt the freezer's troublesome ice.

funny, isn't it, how we cease to notice the details of daily things around us until something bad happens and you need to clean all the mess up.