Around the farm there are always things which need fixing or working on. In my home I often need a wrench or a screwdriver or hammer, etc.
Now it’s not as if the guys don’t have tools. They do. They have plenty of tools. My son has lots and lots of tools he keeps in a massive drawered chest. However, there seems to always be a shortage of the type of tools I keep for my use. These disappear from the places of storage where I keep my tools.
This goes for things like push brooms also. I’ve purchased several over the years and it always seems not to be hanging on my garage wall when I want to use it. Now that my son is grown and farming with us a quick test will usually have it turn up within a day.
My husband, whom I love dearly, had a pair of pliers which finally, after years of use, began to wear out. One day when I went to use my pliers rather than the pair I had purchased, there was the old ratty pair of my husband’s. He would deny he replaced mine with his but…
So I went to the discount store in town and just happened to find a tool bag, filled with just the type of tools I’d need. An evil, but justified grin spread across my face. Eyes filled with delight, I picked it up and placed it in my cart. Bright pink is the bag with pink handled tools. No one can now claim the tools they are using aren’t mine if the handles are pink.
I went into the garage the other day. I purchased a six foot ladder a few years ago. Just as I thought, it wasn’t there. It seldom is actually. Never when I want it. They don’t even make a pretense of it ever coming back to my garage. It’s here now, after a text to my son.
Now I’m on the hunt for a six foot pink stepladder.
This post appeared on 6/13/13 of The Barn Door where I blog once a month.