Gratuitous post! I came home from work this morning at 7:30 and was met with the strangest sight:
What the heck? Let's look a little closer, shall we? Item number one:
Not horribly unusual to find a screwdriver and a pair of pliers on the dining room table. On a napkin. Not unusual at all. Maybe someone was eating watermelon for dessert last night?
Item number two:
Yes, I know it looks nasty. My husband had this blow dryer when we got married 16 years ago. I think that brown stuff is rust. The Hunny no longer has hair, and I never dry my hair. It sits under the bathroom counter waiting for drying emergencies to strike.
Item number three:
Ummm. Okaaaay. The Hunny bought this a few weeks ago when we had houseflies trying to take over our world. I told you about that, didn't I? How I was catching them in mid-air with my bare hands? He could have saved us the cash, since I got most of them. Mr. Miaggi I'm not, but the flies are gone. So why was this out?
I asked him about it while he was driving home for lunch (I love that he works close enough to come home for lunch!). The pliers and screwdriver were out to take apart the keyboard for the Mac. SOMEONE was breaking the no-eating-at-the-computer-desk rule and there was chocolate all over the keyboard. Could have been a fudgsicle. Could have been a chocolate bar - which means someone's not sharing. But chocolate stopped up the works. And it had to be taken apart. While I was gone.
Rather than wait for me to take care of it (I offered), the Hunny washed it. Yeah, at least that's what I think he said. Hence the blow dryer, trying to dry it so it could be used. And this would explain the phone call near midnight last night when I was filing papers, asking for the password for my laptop.
He didn't explain the flying insect killer till he got home. Then he showed me. Seems he went to the fruit stand yesterday and picked up fresh produce. Along with it he picked up fresh flies. Watching, horrified, I saw him grab the can, walk into the kitchen and spray in the general direction of the food. Then he said, "Wash the fruit before you eat it." Thanks. Glad I didn't have that peach for breakfast.
So there you have it. What's on YOUR dining room table?
Until I write again ...