Gremlins???

My son and his girlfriend just got their own apartment. I am so happy for them because I know how exciting that first place that is "all your own" can be. They are just like anyone else, slowly getting things they need for the apartment, and not realizing how much stuff they DID need. Isn't that always the case? You don't need it unless you don't have it? At least in my world it is like that.


Kevin and I surprised them with groceries. We stocked them up on the stuff for PB&J's, quesadillas, eggs, milk, bacon, stuff we knew they would use and need right off the bat. We wanted to  make the first few days there comfy for them and make it so they didn't have to run right out to the store.


Last night Seth stopped by to hang out before he went to work. I am learning that "I was just going to hang out before work" is code for "I am here to get a meal". They never grow up, but that's OK I love cooking for the people I love (side note if you haven't yet, check out my other blog bobbireneeandrachaelray.blogspot.com). 


While he was here he asked if I had any extra utensils they could have. So today I picked them up a colander and decided I would take them to pick up a few things this weekend. When I got home from the store I had the brilliant idea to go through my "Tupperware" drawer and pick out some storage stuff for them so they would have a way to save leftovers. Now, this is a drawer I have been avoiding for quite some time. I think a little over a year ago Kevin and I went through it and got rid of all the lids and bowls that had no partners. At that time we both commented on how interesting it was that they came out of the cupboard with a lid and a purpose, they went into the dishwasher together after serving that purpose, and somewhere between the dishwasher and the cupboard they lost their way leaving their mate forever stranded in a sea of plastic with no hope of ever being whole again.


So I  venture into the cupboard immediately greeted by the forsaken remnants from a once perfectly paired union. I begin to dig through the rubble hoping to find something to be salvaged. Eventually I ended up with several happily reunited duos. But the useless pieces of the once productive teams laid scattered across the counter. I thought to myself how does this happen? In just over a years time half of the storage containers lost its mate? It makes you want to put a camera in the cupboard just to see what in the heck is happening behind those closed doors! I will bet you if we did that we would find little gremlins wearing all of our lost socks!!