Today I had to face my Junk Drawer.
My fence is being repaired, and after a worker cut a board for the bottom rail too short, I had to go to Home Dupot and buy a new one. He was at the end of the job, so there weren't any spares.
I didn't want to have part of the six-foot long board sticking out of my trunk, so I thought I'd put down the back seat in my Honda Accord. The extra length of the board would be inside my car instead of sticking out of the back of the trunk.
A great idea, but where was the key unlocks the back seat so it folds down? Maybe in the Junk Drawer? I could only hope.
I began looking, putting the top layer of stuff on the counter. I found an envelope that said Keys, but it was the extra key to my locked mailbox. Darn. But, I persevered.
And there it was. A miracle, indeed.
Someday, I'll get that Junk Drawer cleaned out. Someday.
My mom had a junk drawer. It was the top drawer of a hutch for dishes, I think. I'll have to ask my sisters.