Monday, August 06, 2007
The drawer I hate
so I'm looking for the one whisk that I use about seven hundred times a day and i'm pretty sure i put it in this drawer 'cause i always always put it in this drawer. this is the drawer it goes in unless the goat put it in the other drawer (which is exactly like this drawer, but the whisk DOES NOT GO in that drawer. the whisk goes in this drawer that i hate on account of never being able to find anything in it ever sorta like say RIGHT EFFING NOW). and now i can't find my favorite whisk (probably on account of the goat who probably put it in the wrong drawer) and i need the whisk immediately if not sooner as the bacon is nearly done and i haven't beat the effing eggs yet and now i'm doing a seriously violent rifle through the drawer dropping shit and saying, "where the eff is the effing whisk" loud--way too loud as my kid is sitting at the kitchen table playing her nintendo.
"eff eff eff!" lilts my kid.
i exhale a big huff the give the drawer a violent shake only to see that the whisk is (of course) right in front of my face where it's been the whole time.