I’m thrilled to have our boy home. The Husband’s weekend will have been only 26 hours long, but I’m glad he got home for at least that much.
But you want know what I am 100% guaranteed to find tomorrow when I sweep the stairs? Because our house has hardwood floors and I have to sweep the stairs every couple of days because they are a dust and grime magnet.
Every time there’s been a male in the house, there are dead finger and toenails on the stairs. Every. Damn. Time.
Why? I have no idea. Somehow I am able to place my trimmings in the trash can. The petite, trimmed nails of the females in the family are never found lurking in the piles of dust I sweep off the stairs. Only the nasty, enormous ones.
Perhaps men’s nails naturally contain some sort of electric charge that repels them from the trash can, where any normal person would place their discarded bodily detritus.
Or perhaps my titular theory is correct.