Counter-Necessity!

My parents have been such a great help since I fractured my leg. They do big grocery runs, take the trash out, help tidy my apartment (including doing dishes), among other helpful tasks. My mom came by the other day when I was having an ant infestation. We were killing everything in sight, and moving food, spices, and counter-clutter out of the way. My mother was a true saint that day, and together we got to the source of the troubles and the little army hasn’t come back (with big thanks to the magic chalk my landlord gave me). It wasn’t hard to find most things after that because I was a part of the reorganization process. However, I didn’t remember moving my wine opener. I don’t consider that “counter-clutter,” that is a “counter-NECESSITY!”

You can imagine my growing fear as I was tearing apart my kitchen looking for the key to my heart! My $5.99 bottle of Smoking Loon Syrah was taunting me! I knew it had to be somewhere so I tried to calm myself down so my search actually had a chance. Then, I opened the last drawer in the kitchen (the one next to the fridge, near the ant carcasses) and there it was. Like a shining beacon of hope that my night was going to turn out alright. That glass (or 2) of Syrah that night never tasted so sweet.

My mother, of all people, should know how cruel it is to misplace someone’s wine opener. From now on it will forever stay as a “counter-necessity” and never be mistaken for “counter-clutter.” I’m sure you are as happy as I am that this one has a happy ending. I hope something this terrible never happens to you.