I know where they got it. See the kiddos are grown & have flown the nest but my things are still disappearing. The MOTH blames Kirby & Marlow but as Kirby & Marlow have no use for sticky tape, staplers, scissors & tweezers they can hardly be to blame. The MOTH, however, uses all these things regularly. In fact he uses them so regularly I bought him his own so that mine weren't constantly disappearing. Nothing makes me so fraught as going to use something & finding it's not where I left it!
So we are doing the taxes. This does not make me a happy woman. I do not like numbers. I do not do numbers. Numbers make me fraught. In point of fact, @ one point I took one look @ a worksheet of ODD's & declared she was on her own, to do or not as she chose, as all those numbers & graphs & what~nots made me feel physically ill. Oddest sensation...so, no, tax time does not bring me joy. However it is mainly straight up addition using a calculator. The MOTH does the hard yards. However I do have to organise all the receipts etc by month & staple them together in order ~ which should be a simple enough task, yes...? No.
When the man moved from selling stamps to selling plants I could never find my stapler, so I went out & bought myself a new one so he could have the old one & all would be well because he would have his own & I would have mine & there would be no conflict of interest. I keep my stapler with my sticky tape & my scissors, ruler, pens etc & though I am not the tidiest or most organised person ever do keep them all together as it saves so much angst in the long run. Imagine my ire to have organised piles & piles of paper all ready to be stapled & no stapler to be found!!! Irate hardly expresses my feelings! In high dungeon I went out & bought a new one, one with bright lime green inserts in the hope it will always be spottable! The man now has 2 & he can't find either one!!!
This morning he borrowed my sticky tape. If he hasn't put it back where it belongs murder will be done!
Tools...I borrow my husband's and put them back unless I am still in the middle of a project where I still need them and then he would know where to find them. However, it got to the point that I could not find any tools anywhere we had kept them so I bought my own little set.
ReplyDeleteA few weeks ago, I looked for an entire day trying to find them in places I would have put them and places I thought he might have put them (since he was not answering his phone and was away for work)...except I never thought to look on his desk.
I KNOW I did not put MY tools on HIS desk!
Sometimes we do this with scissors, although I have enough spread around in the house that I usually can find at least one somewhere.
Scissors! Don't talk to me about scissors! We have dozens of pairs but finding just one always involves a massive man hunt. The man uses his, puts them down in his mess & can never find them so borrows mine & does the same. Hours we spend looking for scissors. And tweezers, though they are more understandable being small & dull coloured & both of us in glasses. ☺
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