Thursday, June 07, 2007

Apology

To my loving husband Patrick,
I watched you struggle this morning and I did nothing. For that I am truly sorry. Please forgive me. I saw you open the Black Hole that is our tupperware drawer and I winced. I longed to fish out just what you needed, my love. You stayed the course and with nimble fingers you sought the tupperware and the lid to match. I marveled at your dexterity. You are usually successful but sometimes, nay most times you have to resort to tinfoil on tupperware, which is just so....wrong. I would like to figure out why lids go in but they never come out. I would like to rectify this situation immediately. Unfortunately, that drawer scares me.
I remain your loving and faithful wife.
Carla

6 comments:

kristi noser said...

The lids go to where the socks go when they disappear from the dryer.
I just got done purging the drawer--everything that did not have a lid or a bottom, left my house.
Buh bye

PS said...

Accepted! Loving and faithful you are indeed.

That drawer makes for some of the best physical comedy doesn't it?

Carla said...

My fave!

Kim N. said...

I think all your lids are at my house. I have a million lids and no containers!!! I think I will look in the garage, the kids collect things and put them in containers. (bugs, worms, rocks, sticks, bones)

Lene said...

Oh I hate the tupperware drawer/cabinet! I am scared to open it because things always comes falling on top of you.

Your brave hubby!

Luisa Perkins said...

Funny!

And my husband's name is Patrick, too!