Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Where spoons go to die.



I think I might have found them.




10 comments:

Kristina P. said...

Holy cow!

BTW, it doesn't look like Archibalds is going to be an option. They are pretty strict and charge the host if anyone doesn't show up!

MamaHen Em said...

hahahahahahahahah!!! That is too funny! Let me know if you ever find out where socks go to die. . .

Karen said...

All my spoons are buried in the sandbox at our old house from when the kids were little. Somehow using my good silverware was more fun than using a plastic shovel.

MaeRae said...

I was recently told by a friend to comment because bloggers THRIVE on that. I have found that my husbands coworkers have my spoons. I have been married 18 years and have purchased over 4 sets of spoons. (totalling 48) I currently have 14. In the kitchen at my husbands place of employment he found 8 of those when I FREAKED one night about not having a spoon.

MommyJ said...

oh I absolutely want to know about where socks go.

Several of my most favorite utensils ran off with my can opener, little tramps...

Jo said...

Well then, now I know where my spoons went.

Elizabeth said...

Too funny...I've lost two very large bread knives...HOW do they get out of the house???

Bonnie the Boss said...

Where? I had a neighbor kid use his metal detector in my backyard and found a few myself!

Maraiya said...

The real question is, "Do you really want them back?"

Damama T said...

OH MY GOSH! I came over here to catch up because today I was telling a friend about your spoon problem (she has the same problem... must be a new universal norm?!) and realized that it has been WAY TOO FRIGGIN LONG since I popped in. LOL! And THIS is where I left off last (2 months ago?!?!?) time I came over?!?! That is too freaky funny! LOL!