There are small mysteries in this world that I encounter frequently and wonder about but will never solve, such as: When you put six socks in the wash and only five come out of the dryer, where does the sixth one go? Is there some sort of black hole in my dryer that only swallows socks? And does that mean that somewhere in the universe there is a white hole spewing non-matching foot coverings?
Also: We have a half-dozen boxes of kleenex scattered all over the house in rooms where we don't spend equal amounts of time and don't do equal amounts of sneezing. How do they always manage to empty out at the same time?
So, ladies, what mysteries do you ponder?
is there some kind of force field around my hamper that only i can penetrate with dirty laundry? dh and sometimes kids seem to only be able to get clothes on the floor right next to it, but somehow, i always manage to get them in the hamper........
how come no matter what time of day it is, i end up with a lukewarm borderline cool shower, while dh has a hot, steamy experience everytime he gets in there? same with kids, their baths are always "too hot! turn it cooler!" no matter if i get in first, at 2am, it never fails...
why am i the only one who can think of a idea for dinner? i hear all kinds of complaints, but never any suggestions...
do i really and truly have extra super hearing abilities, or is dh just really fucking deaf? i can hear the kids breathing while they sleep 3 rooms away, yet they can be fighting/screaming/yelling right next to dh and he is completely oblivious to it
how come i'm always the one to step on that gosh dang toy in the middle of the floor at night or trips over dh's shoes the one friggin day I don't move the crap out of the way?
why is it that i have sub
oh, good, i'm not the only one with a shelf full of tupperware lids to bowls that i can't find. or lids that fit nothing.