Mr Husband put his Staff Sergeant hat on and left early this morning to go to his monthly Mary Kay meeting Tupperware Party Army National Guard Drill, so once again I’m left holding the baby. Not that I’m complaining. It’s not a bad gig, really. I find plenty of things to keep me busy and not all of them involve spending money, thank you. Plus he needs time to escape and play with the other boys in the neighborhood from time to time. Seriously, they’re playing dodgeball this month for PT. o.O’

One of those things that keeps me busy is cooking, so I figured I would put together a batch of blueberry muffins. I preheated the oven and dumped the mix into the mixing bowl (Yes, it’s from a box. No, I’m not going to make them from scratch. I’m a decent chef and a good housewife but when it comes to muffins, Martha Stewart I am not.), and retrieved the milk from the refrigerator. Hmm… milk doesn’t feel so cold, I thought. I pour it into the measuring cup and it comes out in chunks. Oh goody! Cheese! Fridge is broke.

Turns out the ice box just needed defrosting. I saw this as an opportunity to clean out the refrigerator and disinfect it so I grabbed a laundry basket, filled it with all our food things and put the basket on our back porch (dude, it’s colder out there than it is in the fridge…). The maintenance man cleared out the bits from the freezer and HUH between the ice trays was a slip of paper telling me to look between the FERN and FERN section of the old encyclopedia set my grandparents gave me. WTF?

Long story short: the husband set up a little scavenger hunt for me last night and somehow I managed to get through half the morning without noticing a single one of the twenty-seven slips of paper scattered around the house.

Awww! <3