That's Not Where That Goes...

The blasted baby is going through a rather vexing stage.

She feels the need to put things where they don't belong. 

In this case it was M & M's in her brother's PSP.

'Is this a problem, Mother dear?'

"Because it feels great!"

She can be troublesome.

In the past few weeks she has:

1) Blown a fuse in my car by putting quarters in the tape deck.

Yes, I have a tape deck in my car. 

2) Stolen her brother's stuffed animals, all of them, and placed them in her room. When I tried to relocate them back she began to frantically scream "NO!!! MINE!!!"

Charming.

3) Deleted all my text messages from my phone.

Which makes it look like I'm up to sketchy activity!

If we are being all honest here let's just admit that she's not the only one who puts things where they don't belong.

I do it too.

So, apparently I'm also going through a vexing stage.

For instance:

This is the top drawer of my bedside table.

Let's just make a list of what's in it:

1) The Cliffnotes from Fahrenheit 451

2) My transcripts from Auburn.

3) Four, yes four, bottles of Zicam.

4) Two packs of cough drops

and 

5) A slip of ribbon from my wedding.

It's really just ridiculous.

It's like a game show puzzle you have to solve:

Now Contestant, This is for the win: Can you tell me what do these items all have in common?

Um. Nothing. 

They have nothing in common. 

Except that they live in my drawer.

Am I the only one with junk drawer issues?

Am I the only one with vexing baby issues?

Yep. I probably am.