Monday, April 18, 2005

My kitchen is haunted.

I keep a hammer, two screwdrivers, a wrench, and several pairs of scissors in my kitchen.

How come there are no hammer, screwdrivers, wrench, or scissors in my kitchen?

And where did all these mechanical pencils by the telephone come from? I hate mechanical pencils.

I want my hammer.

Oh well. I was able to pound the little nail into the deck railing with the handle of the meat tenderizer. We got it for a wedding present in 1977 and it's never been used.

But it's been used now.

Stupid disappearing tools.