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:
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
Accepted! Loving and faithful you are indeed.
That drawer makes for some of the best physical comedy doesn't it?
My fave!
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)
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!
Funny!
And my husband's name is Patrick, too!
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