Where Oh Where Have My Pliers Gone?

There is no doubt about it. My husband is the greatest man a woman could ever want to marry. He is practically perfect. His perfectness, coupled with my many imperfections, make us a nearly perfect couple.

There are certain rules though that are not to be broken. One of those rules is that the pliers must be returned to the basket when the user has finished using them. Said pliers are never to be left unattended. They could get lost. Such is the case now.

My husband has a saying that has helped smooth many a sore spot during our marriage: “Will it really matter ten years from now?” If you apply that saying to the missing pliers, who knows if it will matter ten years from now. But, it matters now! I need to use the pliers and they are not available.

Dr. Weil in his book Spontaneous Happiness says when faced with a situation like this it helps to scream. So I screamed, but I still don’t have any pliers.

When Steve awoke, I am always the first one up, I asked if he had seen the pliers. No he said, but he had another pair for me to use. I will claim those until mine are returned. It is all good.