This morning as I was sipping my coffee, My Pirate walked
into the house with a huff, a kitchen sponge held high between his pinched
fingers, and he asked, “Why did you put the kitchen sponge in the yard debris
container?!?”
I stared at the sponge with a blackened corner from cleaning
the grill and squealed with joy. I felt the worry slide off of my shoulders
that kitchen sponge pieces were floating around in the intestines of my beloved
dogs. But, then I felt his question hit
me square in the face like a wet moldy washcloth.
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| This close-up of a borage flower has nothing to do with the story at all. It's pretty. |
Why had I? Me. Put the
kitchen sponge in the yard debris container?
The answer: I don’t
know. Which Dani, the therapist from the show Necessary Roughness would reply,
“You mean, you don’t want to tell me.”
No, actually, I have no clue how the sponge got into the
yard debris container. My current theory
is that the sponge somehow got placed in the bottom of the compost bowl (for
vegetable debris) on the kitchen counter and then I emptied it out into the
yard debris bin, thus showing the sponge.
Sounds good to me.
But then there is the matter of the tweezers that My Pirate
found stuck firmly in the teeth of our garbage disposal, yesterday. How did that happen? I’m thrilled that the garbage disposal is
working again. But as for the
tweezers? I’m at a complete loss.
Gnomes. We must have
garden gnomes on the loose. That’s all I
can say.
