Zada Connaway Author of "Mother's Journals : parts 1, 2 and 3"

      I have a cheese grater that I really like. Or at least I used to like it. It has 5 sides, each with a different cutting style. When you use it, the cheese falls into the center, nicely conatined in a mound.

      I also have new kitchen cabinets that I am trying to organize with the most used items the handiest. This is taking a while, as I love to cook and have many gadgets and necessary items. So the cupboards are full and I can't easily reach the top shelf.  That's where I stash some of the items seldom used, and there is scant space for those things.

     After using and washing my lovely grater, there seemed to be no space in the spot I got it from. So, eyeing the top shelf of the upper cupboard, I stood on tiptoe to try to put the grater in what appeared to be an open spot. Had I been using my head for something other than sight, I would have gotten a step stool since reaching and tilting my head back mess up my balance.

     However, I was not using my head and what appeared to be an empty space was hiding some ice trays in the very back. As I reached up, holding the bottom of the grater between my fingers, I gave it a boost. The ice trays complained and slung the grater right back at me. Luckily, it was the plastic handle that struck me before bouncing down to the counter.

     To my amazement, that grater left a small but painful lump on my forehead which turned into a bruise. When I showed it to my bitter half and asked him to kiss my boo-boo, his thoughtful response was "Ew, gross!" 

      Sometimes you get no respect!!