I occasionally ask Will to hide things from me. Mainly, chocolate – if I know we have it and where it is, due to terribly poor impulse control, I will eat more than just a little piece of it. If I give it to Will to hide, I forget it is there, then when I feel like I want some chocolate, I will remember to ask him for a piece. This means I will eat a piece a week maybe instead of a piece every day.
Recently, as Will built bookshelves with both books and cats in mind, I discovered a piece of chocolate he had hidden. In order to entice the cats to sit on a ledge above the couch, Will put a couple of treats on the ledge.
The treats entice the cats to jump up on the ledge. Well, one day when the cats were playing up there, I discovered a piece of chocolate – little squares of dark chocolate individually wrapped – and I couldn’t reach it. I simply grabbed the nearest thing I could find – my pullover, and flung it on the chocolate so that it would hurtle towards my head. I usually catch things I fling towards my head, and I also try to make sure they are either small or soft.
Now, I am used to being short. I once had a friend over, and Will had put the paper towels in this cabinet where I couldn’t reach them. My method of getting paper towels was to find the largest and longest knife we had, stand on my tip toes, stab a roll of paper towels, and sort of fling them out of the cabinet towards my head. Paper towels are soft. I did this in front of my well over 6′ tall friend without even thinking, “Hey, I could ask this tall person to get me those paper towels.” My friend, smirked, and told me he could have gotten the towels for me, but I seemed to be pretty comfortable in my method.
A while ago, I bought a bottle of Moscato and asked Will to hide it away. I would forget about it until sometime when I wanted it as opposed to just seeing it and going, “What the heck, wine! Cheers!” Today I asked Will where he put it.
Top shelf of the closet.
I’m sensing a theme. Places over 5’3″ might be Hiding Places.
“So, basically, your method of hiding things from me is just to place them up high?” I said.
“Nooo….” Will said, clearly rethinking all of his hiding techniques. “I hide things other places, too, sometimes.”
Sure, honey. I believe you.
But hey, it is effective. No wonder I can never find anything he hides.