Do you see the empty space where my little bunny should be? It caused all kinds of commotion here yesterday morning.
I usually never wash my stamps out in the sink and use this container instead but I was up very early finishing up a few Easter cards while the house was still sleeping so I threw caution to the wind and gave them a quick rinse in the sink. Bad move.
The Mister, who was sleeping soundly, thought the house was on fire when my little bunny went down the drain. I can't tell you how many times The Mister has yelled at me when I don't put the strainer thingy in when I do things like this. At first I wasn't even going to tell him but MY LITTLE BUNNY WAS DOWN THE DRAIN!
The Mister knew how much this stamp set meant to me. I practically got a restraining order from the stamp company because I contacted them so many times to reassure myself it was on the way. So with some completely justified grumbling, he unhooked ALL the pipes and then we went through ALL the gunk that came out the pipes. Yuck. Lo and behold, just as we were giving up hope, there the tiny thing was just waiting to be rescued. It was a miracle.
Now he's back where he belongs and I can quit fretting. Never, ever will I wash out my stamps in the sink again. Never. Ever.
Ever lose anything down a drain?