Sometimes things are funny because they are so true to life. Last night, I was flipping through the channels looking for the news and stopped at an old rerun of The King of Queens. I’ve only watched the show a handful of times, but this opening scene made me snort. Seriously! If I’d been drinking milk, it would have come out of my nose. Why? Because the wife said what I’ve wanted say on many occasions when one of my family members has asked me where something is one time too many.
Watch this scene and see if you can relate.
I get questions daily about where things are kept. Here’s just a partial list:
My cell phone
My daughter’s brush
The milk. Yes, the MILK!!!
And then there are my hubby’s top three:
Now he's good about asking me if I've seen his personal items, but it took almost thirteen years of marriage before he figured out I wasn't messing with his head. Before that time, he would narrow his eyes and demand to know where I had put his stuff. Why in the world would I take his keys or name badge? Or LIE about it, for that matter? That would only delay his departure, and he's not much fun when he's in a snit. (To be fair, neither am I.)
The funny thing is I’ve never left the house with his keys in my jacket pocket. And I certainly haven't done it repeatedly! So if I can't find my keys and openly accuse him of taking them, I have some history to back up my paranoia. He doesn't. A couple of times he has left for work with my keys in his pocket, and once I had to call a cab so I wouldn't miss a meeting. Another time he even left town with my keys. Fortunately, they were to a loaner since my car was being repaired, so I was able to get another set.
So, why am I the designated keeper of all household things? I think it boils down to three possibilities. Either (1) I'm clairvoyant, (2) I'm the only one worried about a zombie apocalypse, and therefore keenly aware of where all hammers, knives, and other potential weapons are stored, or (3) I'm too blasted nice.
I'm going with #3.
I'm going with #3.
And why am I so nice? Because I love my sweet, little family, and I'd be lost without them.
So now it's your turn. What does your family or roommate do that drives you nuts, and what makes you like/love them anyway?