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Why I Have No Money, No Brownies, No Tweezers . . . It's DNA!

© 2002 Carole Moore

If the cost of all the nail clippers and tweezers I've bought in the years I was single were added together, I might have enough to buy a cup of cappuccino and a muffin.

But that was then, this is now. If the money I've spent on nail clippers and tweezers since my daughter hit the age of 11 was added, my spouse and I could use it to buy a villa in Switzerland and keep at least one St. Bernard in dog food and brandy for the rest of his life.

Knowing my investment in small metal personal care objects has exceeded the budget of many small Balkan nations, please answer just one question for me: WHY CAN'T I EVER FIND ANY NAIL CLIPPERS?

It's one of the greatest mysteries of my life. I've purchased about 7,859 pairs of clippers alone, so why is it that whenever I'm in the bathroom preparing for a shower and want to clip my nails I can't find a single pair? Not one. I mutter a few unladylike syllables, then go ahead and take my shower. Afterwards I check all the normal places a pair of nail clippers would reside, but in this house it's like looking for Osama bin Laden – if one exists, it's obviously either altered its appearance or is so well-hidden it's going to take a special ops team to find it. And it's the same with the tweezers.

How do I handle this routinely occurring scenario? I buy another set of nail clippers or tweezers. I take them home and put them in the drawer. And, just like Sasquatch, once I initially sight the darn things, they evaporate, never to be found again. So what's a logical, modern mom like myself do in a case like this?

I hide them. I put them in bureau drawers or lock them in a small travel bag. And you know what? They still disappear!

OK. I'm not a total dummy. Some misguided elf with no sense of mission isn't slipping into my house in the middle of the night and, instead of fixing shoes, stealing my clippers as I sleep. Nope, there's an excellent reason for this and I know just what – or who – is to blame:

My husband.

That's right. My spouse, significant other, one-and-only…my hubby is at the bottom of this and not for the reason you think. He doesn't actually hand the tweezers and clippers to the real culprit – our daughter. Nor does he tell her where they are stashed away. He simply passes on his DNA. You see – he looks like a man, but he's actually a reincarnated bloodhound..

Many years ago before we had children I was faced with a dessert dilemma: I had one piece of apple pie and one brownie. So, since I like brownies and am not overwhelmed by apple pie, I decided to give him the pie and keep the brownie for myself. But knowing I was married to someone who'd eat the brownie if he saw it (this man takes no prisoners in matters of food) I hid it – way in the back of my lowest kitchen cabinet.

After dinner that night, I took the piece of pie and placed it in front of my husband and he started in on it, then I went to fetch my brownie. It was gone. When I asked him about it, he admitted he'd found it earlier that day. How? I still don't know. Must be something in his genetic make-up. And I swear he's passed this trait on to his daughter, because I can't find a single pair of nail clippers, no matter how hard I look. But I think I've stumbled upon a solution to the problem:

From now on, I'm hiding all my nail clippers and tweezers with a Twinkie attached. That way if I can't find them, I know HE will!

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