the oatmeal fairy


Y and I have developed a really mature way of dealing with each other's habit of leaving stuff out on the counter.

The first time it happened -- okay, this was probably the 800th time it had happened, but the first time it bothered Y enough to confront me -- he yelled into the other room, "What, do you think the OATMEAL FAIRY is going to come by tonight and put away your oatmeal?"

Since then, here are a few conversations that have been heard around our house:

Me: Oh, I didn't realize we were having guests over today!
Y: What? Who?
Me: THE KETCHUP FAIRY AND THE MILK FAIRY.

Me: Ooh, I can't wait to meet this one. I bet she's hot.
Y: Uh, who?
Me: THE COFFEE FAIRY.

Me: Oh, this will be nice! I bet they will really get along.
Y: Who?
Me: THE PEANUT BUTTER FAIRY AND THE JELLY FAIRY.

Me: Did you leave the door unlocked?
Y: What? Why?
Me: How else is the SPLENDA PACKET FAIRY going to get inside?

I bet he is so sorry he started this.