Who doesn't love a good mystery? The cable channel ID has built it's entire programming around it. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie and Mary Higgins Clark all staked their careers on it. I love a great mystery and lucky for me, I get to live one every day of my life.
For instance, why are the cabinet doors and drawers in the kitchen always left standing wide open? The main suspect, my son Milo, claims to not even know that the house came with a kitchen. Who else could it be leaving everything standing open? The dogs don't have that capability. The husband, Davis, and I are the closers, not the openers. Strange, right?
Where do all the socks go after they've been put in the laundry room? They never seem to make it out of the dryer and for the life of me I can't find a matching pair anymore. Mysterious.
Can somebody please tell me why the oven has developed a vendetta against my family? Although I follow all the guidelines: correct temperature, timing and to cover or not to cover, my bread and biscuits still come out scorched. What a conundrum.
Life these days is full of all these little mysterious happenings. It keeps me on my toes and guessing what's next. Pens that get up and walk away by themselves, possibly. Or, candy that enters this dwelling and quickly disappears, maybe. Actually, the disappearing candy happens a lot around here. I know for sure who the culprit is on that one, but I'll never tell.