Monday, July 28, 2008
After flinging our children into the car of some loving grandparents first thing Saturday morning, Byron and I spent the weekend feverishly completing some home improvement projects. (Though not The Wall. The Wall currently has a stay of execution because this lady governor feels sorry for it.) We freshened up the kitchen with some glossy blue-green paint, paint that I'm sure is nearly as powerful as a daily dose of Cymbalta, and as long as we were in there, we decided to pull out the fridge and stove for a good, long-overdue cleaning.
I recently noticed (or Ellie loudly, repeatedly, incessantly pointed out) that one or two of our magnetic alphabet letters were missing and I was sure they were under the stove. They were, along with one completely filthy pie plate, and, due to the space constraints of our wee kitchen, Byron had to fish the lot out with a garden hoe. And these, no joke, were the missing letters:
So, you know, if you or your partner should be wondering where that went exactly, check under your major appliances, preferably while any and all children are out of the house.
And P.S.: Having a good hoe around doesn't hurt, either.