Most households have problems with missing socks in the laundry. Not mine. In my household what disappears the quickest is the mighty pen. That’s right — hundreds of disposable Bic pens, Sharpies, and other ballpoint brands just disappear. I used to think Devoted Spouse took them to work but I checked his cubicle and he wasn’t the culprit. Then I thought maybe it was our friends stopping by for a quick sip’o’suds glomming onto the Bics on their way out. And then I even began to wonder if EmmaLou, the Golden Destroyer, had a hand, or a paw, in this – she does so love to chew on plastic.
What I actually discovered will shock and disgust you. I know I’m shocked and disgusted. The pens never left the premises. There were no alien abductions involved. I found the pesky little Bics and their other ballpoint buddies where I least expected; my handbags. That’s right — they were having a ballpoint convention in the closet and I busted it up good. Oh they thought they could hide behind lipstick tubes or combs and one even held onto a watch for dear life. I found two pens cowering behind a bottle of ibuprofen – yeah, like the ibuprofen is gonna take the fall. I pulled out each Bic offender from its hiding place deep within those purses, and I’m happy to say they are all safe where they should be; in kitchen drawers, on my crap room table, and I tossed a few in the nightstand for good measure. Now they are write, I mean right, where they belong. I snapped this pic of them for posterity. They won’t fool me again.