It’s been so long I don’t even recall how or when it came to be. What were the surrounding circumstances? Who in fact spilled them in the first place? Questions that we will never know the real answer to- a legit mystery.
What is not a mystery is the fact that both my husband and I frequent this cabinet on a daily basis. We each are reminded of the spill every time we grab the bread, a vitamin for our son, perhaps a spice to use in our food.
What is not a mystery is that neither one of us have ever mentioned the spill. We continue to buy new bread and wedge it in the empty spot where the spill has not taken over. We continue to utilize the cabinet and have mastered the art of working around the spill.
What is not a mystery is the high probability that my husband will read this post and say, “I swear I’ve never noticed the toothpicks.”
What is not a mystery is that I will never, ever, ever, clean that shit up.