On January 18 [click] this year I introduced you to our poltergeist. On January 22 I entered the hospital for surgery. Forty days later I walked into our home again. My best camera which I am certain I left in the house when I left has not showed up since. Poltergeist.
But the little dickens hasn't had enough fun simply disappearing things we really want, it has recently added a new trick in its arsenal of annoyances. Here's how it works.
I leave my address book on the dining room table, admittedly amongst a stack of papers, checkbooks and whatnots. The whole arrangement annoys BBBH, perhaps justifiably so, who knows; so she will sort the material into stacks and advise me that I need to "take care" of those papers and so on.
Now understand that when I say I will do something, I will do it. This does not mean I will do it instantaneously, or in some cases, even today.
Thus it is that two days after I have been "advised," I have need of my address book. I riffle through the stack in which I last saw it. Nope. I go through the other two stacks. Unh-uh. Now, having not been born yesterday, before asking BBBH concerning the whereabouts of my address book, I go through all three stacks again. To no avail.
I bite the bullet, find Beautiful in another room and pose the question. "In the stack on the dining room table," she tells me. "I went through them all three times," I tell her.
With a sigh of resignation, she drops what she is doing, goes into the dining room, and almost instantly plucks the book from the first stack and hands it to me. Poltergeist's new trick.
You see the little devil takes the object from the spot where I know it is, hides it elsewhere until I need it, I can't find it, go to ask for help, Poltergeist returns the object to its rightful place.
I am convinced It does these tricks to make me look like an idiot.
Grrrr! ROAR!
3 comments:
Must be a brother or cousin that visits me. He is an annoyance.
Please don't get me started on men looking for things...poltergeists aside. Have you any idea how many times I have sent my dear husband to get something from a closet only to have him say "It's not here' and then I have to walk over and pluck said thing from the front edge of an eye level shelf *sigh*
Chuck, seems a lot of guys are plagued by such demons. There must be a plague of them.
Grace, yes, I have an idea, based on my own experience involving my BBBH easily plucking items from their place when said items were not there when I looked just moments before.
Post a Comment