There are two people in this house and three wonderful dogs. Lately things have come up missing, mainly my things from the kitchen tool drawer. The tool drawer is nothing fancy it contains a hammer, two screw drivers one Philips and one Flat-head, a yellow handled pliers, a wound up extension cord, a few wine openers, can opener, assorted batteries and some twine.
A few months ago I went to my trusty tool drawer and found that my hammer had been replaced with a broken hammer head. I asked my husband Paul if he changed out the hammer and he told me he didn’t. So, when I asked who could have done it his reply was “I don’t know.”
I remember my mom talking about I Don’t Know living at our house when I was younger. Seemed to me that I Don’t Know got into a lot of things and we could never explain or find him. Why would he suddenly move in with me? A few weeks ago I went to get the yellow handled pliers to open the cans of sardines for the dogs. They weren’t in my drawer. Again, I asked the Paul and again the reply was, “I don’t know.” This time not only the pliers were missing but my extension cord was unwound and wadded up in the drawer. Those who know me know that I wind up my long leashes; it bugs the daylights out of me to have things tangled.
The other night I went to grab my Philip screwdriver to tighten the handle on my pressure cooker. You guessed it, gone. I got the same answer. This time I responded back with, “Well, I asked I Don’t Know and he said to check in You Know Who’s work truck.” The next day my tools reappeared. Hopefully I Don’t Know has moved on and You Know Who will keep his mitts out of my tools. I do find it funny that my dogs seem to know, I Don't Know and You Know Who. They would never let a stranger come into my home.
