Blame it on Sunset Crater

I am picking up, picking up, picking up, picking up, picking up all of the adorable kitchen play stuff that Mia got for her birthday. I find it all over the house, and by the time I finish, and head back to the kitchen, it is everywhere again.

Today was especially bad. The boys had clothes everywhere, blocks were on every square surface area of their room. The Brio train set was out and the tracks were elaborately set up from one room to the next. Scattered throughout this were the wooden fruit, vegetables and assorted kitchen items.

I picked up until I was so aggravated, I needed medication. Bill came home from work (he works 2 Sat. mornings a month) and I was in rare form. I was stomping around, bitching and moaning. I picked up a pamplet off the floor and read the cover aloud:

Me: “Lava Flow Trail Travel Guide. Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument. Where is Lava Flow Trail?”
Bill: “It is in Sunset Crater”.
Me: “Yes, but what is Sunset Crater?”
Bill: “It’s a National Monument”
Me: “I KNOW that, but where is it?”
Bill: “In a volcano”

This is how he frequently answers my questions, because he is a professional smart-ass, and thinks it is funny. Which it is, but don’t you EVER tell him I said that.

Me: “Forget it! I just wanted to know where this place is and where the pamplet came from, smartass”.

So I stomp off in search of more wooden vegetable pieces that are missing . I find 1/2 of a piece of fake corn, and ask Bill:

“Where is the other half of this damn corn”?”

His reply: “The same place as Sunset Crater”.

I feel a perpetual joke coming on with this. From now on, everything will be blamed on Sunset Crater.

Welcome to my world.