For the Love of Earpieces and Ice

We moved to a new house over the weekend.  Well “moved” implies past tense.  That’s it’s done.  Complete.  It’s not.  So, really we continue to move.  The old house continues to produce pile after pile of moveable items every time we walk through its doors.  And there seems to be no end to this vicious cycle.

It’s been stressful.  There have been harsh words spoken, and apologies made. There have been plumbing issues, broken doorbells, and light switches that don’t turn on anything.

So time marches on.  And sooner than later we will be unpacked and settled.  The old house will welcome new owners without a trace of our existence there.  The new house will become a home.  But as we work through this process it helps to have moments of humor to keep us going.  For instance, this morning.  Definitely a moment of laughter.

Here’s the story:

Last night I was hanging up coats in the coat closet.  One of the coats knocked over a dark, plastic cup that was sitting on the floor.  Because, as we all know, brand new carpet is a great location for a drink.  In the nicest tone I could muster I asked whose cup it was.

“It’s mine,” said my husband, “But before you get all upset, it’s empty, and it only had water in it.”

Okay.  That’s good.  I picked it up and set it on the counter.  It rattled.  I then asked if the cup had ice in it.

It did.

No big deal.  It’s only water in a frozen state.  Nothing that could make a stain.

This morning as I was out running errands, I get a phone call from hubby.

“So you know the cup that you thought had ice in it last night? Well it wasn’t ice.  It was the earpiece to my phone.”

Okay, I thought, not quite getting it.

“Well, I filled that cup with water before I went to bed, and as I was drinking my last sip this morning, guess what I found?”

Yep.

As I type my husband is upstairs blow drying his earpiece.

I’m really not sure what’s funnier.  But, it sure feels good to laugh.