I have a problem with pens: I lose them. I don’t think I’m alone in this problem, but I get razzed for it at work. Pens disappear from my very grasp. It’s part of my disorganized ‘just set things down’ personality, but I admit that it gets annoying when I have a pen, and two minutes later I’m looking for a pen. (I would also like to blame the children, because they are small, misplace things, and are easily blamable. Heh. That looks like ‘blammable’.)
We are out of pens at home, too, but that’s because Lloyd threw out all the pens that don’t work and only kept the ones that barely work. When Sam was visiting he was frustrated at our lack of useful writing instruments. Hey, it’s BYOP around here, Jack.
So last week I broke down and bought some new pens. 36 disposable ones for work that are just going to wind up in the trash or cut up with a pair of scissors. (That actually happened. A little boy came to me all confused as to why his hand was covered in ink. *sigh*) I also bought a pack of lovely pens for home. Fine-tip, gel ink, cool barrel. I think I’m going to love them!
(Except I’m never going to open the package. I don’t want to lose them.)