(Okay, as far as a play on a certain famous Tolkein title, that worked so much better in my head than in print…)
On my last post, the fabulous MommyTime asked me if I’d got my earring back yet. I was all set to tell her that I hadn’t because Michael’s out of town and therefore no one has yet attended to the mutilated bathroom sink. And then I thought, “Well, why don’t I go and have a look for myself?”
It took me two seconds to find it.
The earring had indeed fallen into a little side hole, but it was now right at the top of the drain. I guess it must have come up in some of the disgustingly hairy scum Michael had pulled out. All I had to do was grab my trusty tweezers to pull it out. Save!
Now if we could just get the sink and countertop fixed…
And – once again – a woman’s trusty tweezers saved the day!