I don’t know if this is a man thing or that they just don’t care; the Crankee Yankee will take something out of the office and when I go to look for it it’s nowhere to be found. Days later I may find it out on the front porch, on the steps of the deck, or in his underwear drawer. Quite frankly, it drives me nuts.
I grew up in a home where everything had its own place, and Heaven forbid you put something away from where it belonged. But to be fair, the Crankee Yankee does so much around our house that it is becoming an icon of creativity and style. Many people stop and tell him how good everything looks; they’re right. The improvements he’s made makes our house look fantastic.
That said, I can be losing my mind trying to find the kitchen scissors; he has taken them and they could be anywhere. In his very creative brain, putting things away neatly and completely doesn’t fly. What counts is getting the thing done and done right. And while I deeply appreciate all his hard work, it drives me nuts when I can’t find the damned scissors!
So when I watch “Monsters Inc.” for the millionth time, I laugh my head off when they sing the “put that thing back where it came from or so help me!” It’s a current thing at our house—trust me!
*By the way, the title for this blog comes directly from Monsters Inc.