hoarding

This morning I reached into the kitchen drawer which has the comb I use for the boys’ hair and couldn’t locate the comb.

I also couldn’t locate the comb I KNEW I had bought a few weeks ago and placed in there.

This wasn’t the first morning I had comb-location issues…which is why I HAD RECENTLY BOUGHT A COMB AND PUT IT IN THAT DRAWER!

I looked again.

The drawer is my kitchen junk drawer.

Literally, junk.   No exaggeration.

What is supposed to be in that drawer?

• Multiple flavors of gum – self-serve for the boys
• A comb
• A pair of nail clippers

What is supposed to be in there has   explosed into a plethera of gum wrappers, random lip glosses, expired medication packets, stuff hidden from the kitchen counter, mis-placed toy pieces, a bunch of screws, nuts and bolts and just plain junk.

I still couldn’t find the comb and assumed someone took it somewhere else so I went upstairs and found another comb for the boys’ hair.

Later in the morning I decided that cleaning out the junk drawer might be a good idea.

Oh, and I might be able to locate the missing comb.

Or the missing SEVEN combs that I located inside that drawer…

Yes.

7.

I have unknowingly been hoarding combs in my junk drawer.

And as if 7 combs isn’t the best treasure ever, I found this gem:

In the boys’ self-service of gum, it appears that someone put this in his mouth, chewed twice and returned it to the drawer.

Pure junk drawer art.