Several years ago, while making dinner, I searched through cupboard after cupboard for my salad spinner. I had spinach I needed to spin dry and the spinner was nowhere to be found. Until the day I was looking for my other flip flop which I figured had been inadvertently pushed under the bed. I didn’t find the flip flop, but I did find the salad spinner.
“Why is the salad spinner under our bed?” I asked my husband.
“Who kno…,” he started as he was interrupted by a small voice from the room next door. “I was using it to scare the cat.” Oh, right, I thought. Makes perfect sense.
Since the days of the found salad spinner, I have often found basic household items in odd places. I’ve stopped asking why and just accepted that old phrase: boys will be boys. With four of them in my house, it’s bound to be an adventure.
As I opened the pool cover the other day, I saw something floating in the bottom of the shallow end. I pulled out the bike pump. I simply shrugged my shoulders and tossed the now rusty pump into the weed and trash pile of other items that were now too disgusting to salvage: former white socks, a castle project left out in the rain, a soccer cleat that had been buried under a pile of mulch (I could have saved it but I had long since thrown it’s match away since I couldn’t find the other one), half of a nerf football, a wheel to some unknown toy, and a fabric remnant from an old rocking chair.
Here are ten more random items found in random places:
- a pocketknife in my black flats (Thankfully, it was closed.)
- a book in the grill (It had not been burned, nor was it intended for that purpose. Apparently someone just forgot he put it there. That’s what he said.)
- the veggie steamer in the shower
- empty pistachio shells in the ice cube tray
- dirt from Eli’s shoe in a bowl in the refrigerator (he didn’t want this special vacation dirt to “go bad.”)
- a bottle of Axe in the microwave (Thank God I saw this one being placed in said microwave, or I may not be here to write this today.)
- several sizes of sticks in the washer (“We wanted to see what it sounded like.”)
- a wooden rocking horse’s head on my pillow with the covers pulled up (The Godfather, perhaps?)
- a camera tripod in the neighbors yard, along with several dominoes (“We were using them to try and hit the icicles off the neighbors roof.”)
- and my very favorite… you will have to read my next blog post to find out. It’s a good one. I promise.
If you have stories to share, leave a comment, I would love to know that my kids aren’t the only crazy.. uh, I mean, creative ones out there.