Monday, September 26, 2011
I knew exactly where it was. It was in the drawer where I put little things I think I might need again. Call it the junk drawer in my brain.
It was there amidst the things that tie things together, small tools that fix stuff and things to give power to other things. It was sitting on my late mother's hand-written recipe for her holiday turkey stuffing beside toothpicks, measuring cups, thingamajigs, whatchamacallits and do-hickies.
I'm always amazed at how much stuff fits in such a small space...
I may be a little late for work today guys. I have to put all this stuff back...
Posted by Rand MacIvor at 7:12 AM