This blog was written by my co-editor Cheryl Clemens:
Why is it that I can remember where just about everything in the house is, but no one else can?
All day long I hear:
Where are my purple shoes?
Where’s my DS?
Where’s the remote?
Where are the Pop Tarts?
Where are my keys?
The worst is when someone is standing in front of the fridge with the door wide open, gazing in, and they call out something like, “Where’s the mayo?”
“You are staring in the fridge,” I reply. “Look harder!”
“But I don’t see it!”
And I always give in. “Bottom shelf, left side, halfway back,” I say, defeated.
A comedian used to say families did this because they assumed the uterus was like a homing device.
I think it’s because I’m usually the one that puts things away.
So true. The males in this house have a serious case of refrigerator blindness. If it’s not in front of them, they can’t see it. We have always two open jars of at leasta one thing because of that.