concerning soda

This post was supposed to be about French Pea Soup, which I made today after thinking about making it for over a week. Then is became about this amazing drink syrup that I didn't invent but am prepared to take full credit for...but something has overshadowed both of those things. Where do bills go? I'm serious, they make it through the Canadian postal system and my husband picks them up from our mailbox and brings them to me. I open them, I note the amount (I play a little game with my hydro bill...can I knock off a penny from last month?) and then I place them down somewhere and my best guess is they all get together at night to go hang out under the fridge because I can NOT find them when it comes time to pay. I just spent 20 minutes on the phone with the power company only to discover that the billing office was closed and no, they could not just tell me how much my bill was so I could go pay it even though we all know the number was RIGHT THERE on the computer. Then I blame the cat and blame the baby and go through my elastic and bread twist tie drawer for the fifth time and it still can't be found and I start to think "Was it about $90? Maybe $80? Okay it was definately under $100 maybe if I just put way too much on the bill that will do? But do I want to pay too much? Why won't they just TELL me how much I owe; surely, SURELY I am not the first woman to lose her hydro bill." Then I thinkperhaps when I did the filing this week I accidentally filed the current bill with the past bills and I pull out the file for hydro and start going through the paperwork....

oooo...I know you're cringing in sympathy and not disapproval for my slovenly record keeping.

And of course it isn't there, which is reassuring because hey, I like to know I'm not a complete schmuck. However it brings to light a truly frightening possibility that maybe I filed it WITH SOMETHING ELSE. As in, with the baby's paperwork, for example. Or with our health records. Oh please, Lord, let it not be in with our immunization records because I will just give up now. I will pay the hydro company $200 before I dig through our health care files. Or the vet bills. Oh no, could I have put it with the vet bills?

And you know the end to this story. I find the bill, of course. I find it with a pile of paperwork on top of a stack of DVDs next the tv. Where everyone keeps their bills, naturally.