If my wife had to choose between the sissors and us (Elijah & I) I'm not sure who she would choose. In our household the sissors are scacred, and if used must be returned immediately to the kitchen drawer, for fear of ones life. If they are ever discovered missing and immediate all point bulletin is issued and search parties called in.
Yesterday, the sissors were reported missing. Fortunately I had nothing to do with it, so I wasn't concerned. Then after repeated reminders that the sissors were missing I started to get an uneasy feeling that I may have been the last to see them.
As I thought about it more this evening I became sure that I was in fact the last to see them... now where did I use them?
That's right, I used them to cut open the brush cutter box yesterday, before doing the lawn. Now where was I... in the garage. I immediately headed for the garage and looked on every flat surface I might have laid the sissors to rest on... all except one.
I went back in the house and thought some more. Where else could they be... then it hit me, there was one 'flat' surface I hadn't checked... and I'd driven the car once or twice since yesterday. Oh my... but I have to look anyway.
So here you have the scissors somehow hanging onto the back tyre of our Nissan Patrol. I'd been out in the afternoon, driven to the local shops 3km away, up hills, around corners, over speed bumps... but those sissors had held on. Thank God :)