This past weekend when Paul and I acquired our new to us grown up furniture we took it as an opportunity to clean things, toss things we haven't used or need anymore, as well to pack things that we likely won't use in the next couple of months to help us get things done before we move.
We started with the kitchen, I work a lot of shift work and therefore am not usually home more than twice a week to do a nice meal for us, nor do I do much baking this time of year since its warmer and our kitchen become hotter than hell when the oven is on. I tend to do that in the winter. I decided I would be safe in packing up some of my baking pans, and some of my baking storage containers as I doubt we are going anywhere soon that I would need them.
I was all proud of myself for getting things done and organized. Then last night Paul came home and decided we had some potatoes that needed to be used up in the fridge and he was going to make potato something or other. I hear him in the kitchen chopping away and doing his thing. I get a call from the kitchen, "Where are all our baking pans?!" Crap, of course he would need a baking pan to make whatever he was going to make. Normally we do a curry dish or something that requires a pot which we still have out, but no, he had to have the pans. Off I go to dig in my perfectly packed box of baking stuff and got him his pan. It never fails, does it. You think you are doing a great thing by being ahead of the game.
Domestic goddess I strive to be, but alas cannot quite achieve. One of the funniest things to happen, and I still hear about this. Paul has this sweater he got in Ireland for his Mom no less, and she didn't want it or something and gave it back to him. He had this sweater for a good 7 years and never wore it. Until one day he found it in the closet and decided to wear it a few times, once that I actually remember seeing on him. A good 4 months passed and I never saw it on him, I washed it. We then went camping on October this past year, and it was dark and cold, so Paul pulls out from his backpack this Wool Sweater that he never wore. Here he is in our cramped tent trying to put it on. He gets it over his head, and it does just over half way down his torso. He kept struggling to pull it down thinking it was caught on something, then discovers I apparently shrunk it when I washed it! LOL..I was laughing so hard, he didn't see the funny in it. Ah, I still here about how I shrunk his sweater that he never wore. Now its the sweater he would have worn had someone not shrunk it. It still makes me laugh at the thought of him trying to pull this sweater on..hehee...