There's a question I would love to ask God when I meet Him ...
Where do all the pens in my house go!?!
I mean, seriously, it's almost magical, almost supernatural how fast they disappear, never to be seen again!
Where do all the pens go?
And why, oh why, can't ALL the members of my family like at least three meals that I make? Why does there always have to be at least one whiner-baby?
