Stupid Brownie

Sometimes when you move, you get to start fresh; leave bad habits or just bad stuff behind. While mostly true, at least in this instance, I have not been so lucky. There is a brownie that lives with our family; a mischeivious elf, rat-of-a-nusisance, that I have never seen, but who lives solely to take my stuff! Not just any ole stuff, but the SAME #$%*&@! stuff! Every time I have to re-buy my stuff, I curse his name. I don't know his name, but it would get a good cussing out if I did.

My brownie likes to take/hide two things: my tweezers and the only hairbrush that will get through curly hair. Essential elements for someone who is staving off a full on beard as well as trying to get through long tangled masses of hair every morning. ARERRGGG! Every once in a while, I'll find these items left at someone's house, or stashed behind a cushion, but mostly, they just disappear and I have to buy them again. I have done just about everything I can think of to keep these items attached to something, or properly stored and hidden somewhere, but just when I go to reach for them in times of particular need... they are gone.

My hope was that I had left this awful brownie behind, but lo and behold, I found myself buying a brush for Abigail's hair AND a set of tweezers last night at the Wal Mart. The brush is hot pink and orange so that it will be easier to find, but the tweezers, not even OUT of the package - are missing!!! I checked my slip, yep, there they are, I paid for them! Line item 24, right next to the brush. I searched through all of my packaging; nope. Maybe they got dropped in the car? Nope. Maybe dropped somewhere along the way? Nope. "Matthew, did you take the tweezers I just bought?!" Nope, with the incredulous look that I knew was coming. What does he need tweezers for? Well, that's another post, anyway...

*stomps foot furiously* SO, I am left to assume the mischievous brownie has taken them. Perhaps as a little show that he is still here, trying to make life more difficult than need be. Maybe if I get some tomato sauce and salt, I can blow me up a brownie! Spiderwick Chronicals style. Oh YES! I can only hope....