"Look at this!" my husband fumed. He was holding up a pair of our teenage son's smelly sneakers.

"I found these on the kitchen table. Doesn't he know how disgusting that is?"

Dropping the shoes on the mat by the back door, he went outside to work on our car.

A few hours later, I couldn't find a place to put my groceries. Sitting in the middle of the kitchen table was a carburetor!