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Finding things...

We are having some people over for supper later tonight, so I have literally been pregnant, barefoot and in the kitchen for the past three hours non stop.  I made some mac and cheese for all the kids, baked cupcakes with Liam for desert, stuffed some jalapeno peppers with cream cheese to deep dry later on, made a cous-cous and roasted veggie salad, and cleaned up the mess involved after your two year old helps you out in the kitchen. 

Gerhard needs to put some meat on the kettlebraai, that is his sole task for the night, I must point out that he does this brilliantly, if we can find all the bits and pieces for the kettlebraai...

I am a tad tired after my cooking spree, so Gerhard starts looking on his own, he covers the kitchen and pantry in about 6 seconds, I can see he literally only opens the doors and then if these things do not jump at him from the cupboard, its obviously not there and he closes the door.  I leave him and try and ignore his ineffective searching.

After about two more minutes of opening and closing the same doors a couple of more times, I simply have to butt in and help him out of his misery as there is now some harsh words spoken, all aimed at the kitchen cupboards and some of my best china is in there.

I open one cupboard and I start looking, I move a couple of things with my hand and voila, the things are all there.  Gerhard of course is convinced that I am playing a trick on him as these things were not there minutes ago, yeah right, I have time for that. 

So this is one of the eternal unanswered questions, why men cannot use their hands whilst searching, probably because their hands are always busy scratching somewhere else.

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