See that lovely, large box of books on top of my washing machine? It's not being staged or stored for a moment or anything like that. It's being utilized. You see, my 12 year-old washing machine decided that it just wouldn't drain without a little, um, encouragement. The lid has to be "popped" down and then a heavy weight put on top to get the thing to do it's job through all the cycles. We found our tool box too light for the job. My sister and her handy-man husband found it hilarious that our wee box of books was heavier than the toolbox. At any rate, short of me sitting on the thing to get the laundry done, I have to finesse it, a la Fonzie, then shove the box into just the right spot.
My husband's not even gone right now, Gremlins!