Last weekend, my kids were with their dad, and I partied, if by "partied," you mean "bought a new dishwasher and then cleaned and did laundry." During the process, I found the usual assortment of things in disconcerting places, which I've come to view as simply inexplicable, rather like Stonehenge or the monoliths of Easter Island. There's no use trying to fight it. It just IS.
Here are my favorite all-time examples.
1. My then-4 year old son's underwear in the driveway,
|This was pretty much Tweak in those days.|
|"How ... quaint."|
3. My toothbrush in the kitchen utensil drawer (tonight).
4. A chopstick under my son's pillow (perhaps used as a wand?).
5. A loaf of moldy challah bread under my daughter's bed (they go to Jewish day camp, and you can order challah for Friday nights, but ours wasn't in the bag one week ... or so I thought).
|It was no longer delicious.|
|"How you doin'? I hear you got a little problem. I fix problems." - Mafia Anteater|
|Image credit: The Metapicture|
|They didn't even share!|
|God makes them cute for a reason.|
|Now I can no longer find the back cover.|