Studly and I are going out tonight. It’s Trivia Night at his golf club. Normally I’d be chomping at the bit, but I’m a little draggy this evening.
I spent the morning sitting at a too small table in a too small chair working with adorably energetic two and three year olds. Then I spent the afternoon organizing my kitchen drawers. The goal was to create a bar space that looked organized and decorative. In the process I planned to also organize the infamous, ubiquitous junk drawer.
Somehow one junk drawer turned into three junk drawers, and I still have leftover junk.
I ask myself, “Do you really need nutcracking tools?” Well, in 38 years I’ve never actually used them, but who knows what tomorrow might bring?
I ask myself, “Why do you have six pairs of scissors, five rolls of packing tape, and 57 individually-wrapped toothpicks?” Probably in case of an impending toothpick shortage or a packing emergency.
I ask myself, “Why is there an undeveloped roll of film in this mess?” Mainly because we never develop our film. It must be against our religion or something.
At the end of my afternoon of organizational frenzy I am no more organized than I was when I began.
I ask myself, “What have you learned from this exercise?” Junk happens.
With any luck one of the trivia questions tonight will deal with the proper number of individually-wrapped toothpicks one should keep on hand. The answer: 57.
Peace people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
We follow the same religion of undeveloped film. Lol! That was a fun post. Have a wonderful Saturday.
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There’s no telling how long that film roll has been hanging around! Glad you liked the post.
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