Stuff disappears around here. Most of the time I chalk it up to us being a cluttered household of scatterbrained geeks. Every now and then things seriously go missing. I once found my car keys stuck in a small gap on the back of the piano. I don’t make a habit of putting my keys there, they normally go on the hall table. The way they were stuck they would have had to slide under a lip from the top, so odd but I guess it was possible.

Last night was slacker night, breakfast for dinner. I whipped up some french toast and the kid opened the fridge to get the syrup. He started muttering that he couldn’t find it, I knew there was half a bottle there, so I bopped him on the head and went for the shelf on the door where it always stays. Not there. Ok, so let’s move some stuff around, pull things out, no syrup. I had the kid go back through it again because I knew we hadn’t finished off a bottle because that would have entailed rinsing it out for recycling. We both opted for a bit of honey because there was no other option.

You know where this is going. I opened the fridge this morning, and dead on center on the bottom shelf with nothing around it. The fucking bottle of syrup. Fucking faeries!