Is it just me, or do microscopic gnomes sneak into your kitchen at night … and steal all your spoons?
Because each time I clean my dishes, or open my kitchen drawer, I find less and less of this very necessary utensil. Not only does this happen to me, but my boyfriend suffers as well. He quietly revealed to me last week that all his spoons have been disappearing, mysteriously.
I feel like whipping out my old, investigative reporter hat, and following the clues. Because this question is driving me berserk:
What happened to all the spoons?
After nights of lost sleep and cortisol-filled panic attacks, I’ve come to one, discernible answer.
It was the gnomes.
The evil spoon gnomes. And they all must DIE.
How dare they sneak into my house, without my permission, and take my hard-earned silverware while I’m asleep! They fool the cats, they trick the dog.
But worst of all, when the spoon gnomes strike, you can’t sip soup. Or eat cereal.
Or consume ice-cream.
So, my friends, I implore you. Spoon-lovers of the world unite! And death to the spoon gnomes!