For the life of me, I have not been able to find any of my wooden spoons in the kitchen. This is a pain when making sauces. I thought . . . Do they WALK out of this house? Am I losing it? Has the stress finally caused me to crack?
As I stepped outside today, I happened to look in the bushes outside my front door.
Demon Baby confessed to throwing them out the window.
So the birds can cook.