once was lost

some of you know that we have been in the middle of finishing our basement. for about a year and a half. well, a few weeks ago the carpet was installed. and i can safely say the basement is done. for the most part. except for a few minor details. like fixing the foot long snag in the carpet created by one of our couches that we were moving around not even a week after the carpet was in. so, for about a year and a half most of our things, or as my husband calls it junk, has been shoved, stacked and smooshed into the two hundred square feet that was left as storage. like the 8-in-1 climber that i scored off of craigslist for the kids for a screaming deal. last october. anyway, my husband gets invited to a fishing weekend by one of his vendors at work occassionally. last fall was no different. no big deal. but it was. when the fishing is in canada. and you need your passport. and the passport is in the safe. which is behind five stacked trunks, some barbed wire art, a barn door, bed springs, a broken down heavier than hell plywood table that my mom's friend saved from the junk one day at the mall from victoria's secret and a stage coach box. and he tells me this the night before he is supposed to leave. last weekend was no different. after snagging the carpet i gave up on unloading the storage area. i was still beside myself that it even happened. and i didn't want to even go down there. but i had to. because my husband was invited by his brother to go on a charter fishing trip on lake michigan. he didn't need his passport. but he did need a cooler. so, behind five stacked trunks, some barbed wire art, a barn door, bed springs, a broken down heavier than hell plywood table that my mom's friend saved from the junk one day at the mall from victoria's secret and a stage coach box i find the coolers. this after he has already gone down there. and said they weren't there. and yes. it was the morning that he was to leave that he informed me he needed the coolers. he packed one cooler for his food. and the other was empty for the fish he was going to catch. now we have two blue coolers. because the empty one was left in the middle of our living room floor. and he had to buy one while he was in manistee. for the fish he caught. but i know right where to put the extra cooler. behind five stacked trunks, some barbed wire art, a barn door, bed springs, a broken down heavier than hell plywood table that my mom's friend saved from the junk one day at the mall from victoria's secret and a stage coach box.