It began with a grocery list. A battle to cross off all items and pay the least amount possible. All items were retrieved from the store with the intention of putting them safely away in our pantry, refrigerator and garage freezer.
But wait! Did the bagging clerk not give me one of my bags? Items are missing! Rage beginning to boil up inside of me at the potential recklessness of the grocery bagger, I go over the list once more… comparing it to the receipt.
Just as I am ambushed by the natives yelling “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!”, I drop the mechanical pencil. It thrusts itself into a large wooden kitchen table. I am witness and exclaim that “she who draws this pencil from the table, she shall be queen!”
Ok, maybe not exactly… but isn’t it funny how the pencil I dropped just happened to lodge right into the table and stay that way?
