A little while back, I told the harrowing tale of mismatched coasters. If you remember, the Mild Wife and I have a set of green and orange coasters, and we alternate the colors. Now that I'm writing about it a second time, I realize full well that the alternating colors are simply a choice, but still, that's just how our brains work ("our brains" may or may not have more to do with my brain than hers). You wouldn't a run of the green ones knowing full well that there were perfectly good orange ones to be had, would you?
Still, we looked high and low for the missing coaster. We checked all of the places we could think of: anything and everything near the kitchen, underneath the dining room table, underneath the coffee table, the desks where we do work, even the nightstands. We knew that it hadn't just walked out, but we could not for the life of us find the thing. It had apparently gone missing, and we had a mystery on our hands.
Well, friends, I am happy to report that the mystery has been solved. We found the missing coaster, and my brain no longer freaks out when I look at the stack of coasters. They alternate in color as they should, and all is right in the world.
So what's so funny about that? The coaster was underneath the bed.
I'm not entirely sure how it managed to hide under the bed, but I suspect gremlins. It's the only explanation that makes sense. Neither the Mild Wife nor I are in the habit of tossing items underneath the bed, and we don't store things under there, either. It makes no sense for anything to be under the bed, let alone a coaster.
Yet, still, somehow that one intrepid coaster managed to sneak, undetected, underneath the bed. It played the best game of hide and seek that I've ever seen an inanimate object play, and it darn near had us for a bit. Luckily, the fact that we have more mobility than it does eventually tipped the odds in our favor, and we discovered the rascal.
So, here's my advice to you: if, for whatever reason, you can't find something, check under the bed. Things like to hide down there.
Still, we looked high and low for the missing coaster. We checked all of the places we could think of: anything and everything near the kitchen, underneath the dining room table, underneath the coffee table, the desks where we do work, even the nightstands. We knew that it hadn't just walked out, but we could not for the life of us find the thing. It had apparently gone missing, and we had a mystery on our hands.
Well, friends, I am happy to report that the mystery has been solved. We found the missing coaster, and my brain no longer freaks out when I look at the stack of coasters. They alternate in color as they should, and all is right in the world.
So what's so funny about that? The coaster was underneath the bed.
I'm not entirely sure how it managed to hide under the bed, but I suspect gremlins. It's the only explanation that makes sense. Neither the Mild Wife nor I are in the habit of tossing items underneath the bed, and we don't store things under there, either. It makes no sense for anything to be under the bed, let alone a coaster.
Yet, still, somehow that one intrepid coaster managed to sneak, undetected, underneath the bed. It played the best game of hide and seek that I've ever seen an inanimate object play, and it darn near had us for a bit. Luckily, the fact that we have more mobility than it does eventually tipped the odds in our favor, and we discovered the rascal.
So, here's my advice to you: if, for whatever reason, you can't find something, check under the bed. Things like to hide down there.
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