Monday, August 16, 2010

The Mystery of the Missing Dust Pan!

Sometimes, things come up missing. I don't know why. I don't know where they go. They just suddenly disappear. The only thing I am sure of, is that I am not responsible for the disappearance.

Case in point. Recently, I was in a very good cleaning  mood. This doesn't happen very often, so I try to take advantage of it when it comes. I was busily cleaning each room, starting at one end of the house and working my way to the other side. The rooms are carpeted, but the hallways and kitchen are not. So, I vacuumed one room, then swept the hallway to the next room, working my way to the kitchen.  However, by the time I got to the kitchen, I realized that my dust pan had disappeared.  The little pile of dirt had been formed into a nice, neat little pile, just waiting to be swept up, but where was the dust pan?

I looked around the rooms I had previously been in. No luck. I asked Hubby if he had seen it. Of course not. I looked again in the clean rooms. Hmmmm. I checked the closet where it's supposed to be. Nope, not there.  I walked all around the house, knowing I had not taken it to any of these rooms, but thought I'd better check anyway. Still nothing. Where in the world is that dumb dust pan? I finally had to resort to get the spare dust pan, which is kept in the basement.

The dust pan had disappeared and I had no clue where to look. So, I started looking in the most unlikely places. In the cupboards, in the fridge, in the dryer, praying to God that I would NOT find it in those places! Went back to the closet, nope, still not there. One day went by. No dust pan. Two days pass. It still hasn't shown up.

Finally, Hubby says, "Are you sure you didn't throw it away with the trash?" Of course, I did not throw it away. (And, for the record, Hubby was the one who was emptying the trash can. I remember that because he was complaining the he is the "only one" who ever empties the trash.)

So, day three comes along. The kiddos are here for supper, and I start telling the story of the lost dust pan. Hubby says, "I'll bet you threw it away. I'm going to check the trash bag."  Naturally, when the ENTIRE FAMILY  is around, in he walks holding the lost dust pan. I just love public humiliation!

I know I did not throw away the dust pan. My theory is that when Hubby was emptying the trash, the dust pan fell off the shelf, where I put it, and landed in the trash, unbeknownst to Hubby. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!


  1. I suppose I could buy that story but I think you and dad are just loosing your marbles. :)

  2. What a great detective hubby is! he must be brilliant!!!!

  3. Yes Honey, you are!! (Thought you could fool me, huh! hee hee!)

  4. And, Jennee, just wait. You will lose your marbles some day, too!

  5. Ha Ha! If you had a toddler around (like I do) that's always an excuse to look in the garbage cans... keys, hats, shoes. It's amazing what he throws away! (but not dust pans... at least, not yet!)


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