>>6) Losing all the scissors in the house.
And I was like, OH MY GOD! DO YOU MEAN IT IS NOT JUST ME? Because the losing of the scissors? That is one of my biggest freak out triggers right there. Seriously.
Especially the kitchen scissors. I like to keep a pair of scissors in the kitchen, in a slot on the knife block. In fact, I do believe this slot on the knife block was INVENTED for keeping SCISSORS right there. I have scissors on my desk, scissors in my knitting bag, scissors in my sewing box and scissors in my bathroom. I have scissors in my junk drawer and scissors in Carlie's homework supply drawer. I have scissors that I keep in the glove box of my car.
But the kitchen scissors? Those are my favorite scissors. They have a special SCISSOR KEEPING SLOT which means they're always right where you want them to be. And the knife block thing looks all neat and orderly when they are there. And when they are not there? It is not neat and orderly and there is a giant gaping BLACK HOLE of scissors-less-ness that mocks me and makes me want to turn lights on and off and wash my hands. Repeatedly. Not really. But kind of.
But do you think the kitchen scissors are EVER in the SCISSOR SLOT where they belong? Why, no, as a matter of fact, they NEVER are. Because my family? Full of suck is what they are.
And my sucky family? They think the whole kitchen scissors thing is really HYSTERICAL. And in fact, these are the scissors that are currently residing in my special scissors keeping slot of my knife block.
And in case the GINORMOUSNESS of these scissors is lost on you in this photo, here's a shot with a can of diet coke for perspective.
They are freaking big. And kind of awesome. In a clown shoes kind of way.
And these scissors? They never go missing. Suck on that, family.