The Blunder Family
"Now Where'd I Put The Pork?"
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It's 3:30 pm! Molly Blunder is late. Too busy thinking about what to prepare for dinner tonight, she forgets that she has to pick up the kids from school. She darts out of the house and into the car. First, she gets Trisha, who's in fifth grade, then Greg, who's in second grade, and little Myra, who's just started kindergarten. Molly buckles them up and heads home. "Guess what we are having for dinner tonight?" asks Molly. "Hot dogs?" suggests Trisha. "No," replies Molly. "Hamburgers?" asks Greg. "Candy," yells Myra. "Nope," says Molly. "But I want candy," cries Myra. "It's better than candy, Myra," says Molly. "Then what is it?" asks Trisha. "BBQ pork!" exclaims Molly. "Yippee! BBQ pork, our favorite!" shout the kids. They arrive home, and the kids run upstairs to play and to do homework. Molly goes to the kitchen to prepare dinner. First, she gets a pan and places it on the counter. Then, she gets the BBQ pork from the fridge. She places the pork in the pan, seasons it sparsely with salt, and covers it up in aluminium foil. She is about to put the pork in the oven, when … "Mom, we're hungry. Can we get a little snack before dinner?" asks Trisha. "Sure, what do you want?" "I want a glass of orange juice." "I want an apple." "I want string cheese." "Alright." Molly opens the fridge, gets the snacks, and takes them up to the kids. She returns to the kitchen and stops in her tracks. "Now, where'd I put the pork? She looks on the counter, not here. She checks in the oven, it's bare. She glances over at the kitchen table, not there. She stops to think. "Could it possibly be in the …" She opens the fridge and there it is, on top of day-old pizza. She takes the pork and is just about to put it in the oven, when … "Mom, my orange juice isn't cold enough; could you please get me some ice?" "Sure, honey." She opens the freezer, grabs some ice cubes, and runs upstairs. She returns to the kitchen and stops in her tracks. "Now, where'd I put the pork?" She looks on the counter, not here. She checks in the oven, it's bare. She glances over at the kitchen table, not there. She peers in the fridge, nope, it's not anywhere. She stops to think. "Could it possibly be in the …" She opens the freezer, and there it is, on top of a tray of frozen chicken. She takes the pork and is just about to put it in the oven, when … "Mom, Greg spilled my juice on the floor, could you please get me a rag to wipe it up?" yells Trisha. "Coming, dear." "Sorry, Mom." "No problem, Greg. I'll be right up." She opens the cleaning closet, grabs a rag, and runs upstairs. She returns to the kitchen and stops in her tracks. "Now, where'd I put the pork?" She looks on the counter, not here. She checks in the oven, it's bare. She glances over at the kitchen table, not there. She peers in the fridge, nope, it's not anywhere. She opens the freezer; where could it be? She stops to think. "Could it possibly be in the …" She opens the cleaning closet and there it is, inside the bucket. She takes the pork and is just about to put it in the oven, when … "Mom, could you bring a knife to cut up Myra's apple into little pieces, please. She's got a loose tooth and doesn't want to lose her tooth in the apple." "Yeah, I want to give it to the tooth fairy, not the apple fairy!" "Coming ..." Molly opens the cutlery drawer, but there are no clean knives. She opens the dishwasher, grabs a clean knife, and goes upstairs. Back in the kitchen, she stops in her tracks. "Now, where'd I put the pork?" She looks on the counter, not here. She checks in the oven, it's bare. She glances over at the kitchen table, not there. She peers in the fridge, nope, it's not anywhere. She opens the freezer; where could it be? She scans the cleaning closet, oh dear. "Could it possibly be in the …" She opens the dishwasher, and sure enough, there it is, on top of the clean dishes on the bottom rack! She takes the pork and is just about to put it in the oven, when … "Hi honey, I'm home!" announces her husband, Dave Blunder. "Hi, dear!" "Molly, the garbage truck just passed by. Did you take out the garbage, today?" "Oh no, I forgot. I'll get it!" She grabs the garbage bag from the cupboard underneath the kitchen sink and takes it to her husband. "Here it is!" He chases the garbage truck. He disposes of the garbage bag and heads back home. Molly stands at the doorway waiting for him. "What's for dinner, honey?" "BBQ pork," says Molly, "but wait a minute …" "Now, where'd I put the pork?" "Oh no!" exclaims Molly. "What's the matter?" asks Dave. Molly points to the garbage truck driving up the road. "There goes the pork!" The End |
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