So that’s where the forks (see April 21, 2010 entry) came from!
(I realize your forks probably aren’t plastic, but this is the second surreal fork-related story I’ve read this week, so I couldn’t help connecting them.)
StabMan?
Most of my spoons disappeared. My mother asked where they went so I told her the spoon fairy took them.
I’m not sure what the spoon fairy wanted with my pants and my staple gun, however.
What if it’s the other way around: it’s the kid that’s gone missing, not the magical appearance of formula? :eek: Fork-fairies stole my baby!
I always assume anything I can’t find after a diligent search has gone to live with Jesus, including lone socks, pens, pencils, tweezers, keys and paperwork necessary for my job.
I’d help you find them, but not a single fork was given that day.
Nice. 
And “Fork Fairies Stole My Baby” is definitely the next band name I want to see.
Nice search-fu! Thanks!
My uncle died last year and we spent six months straightening up the basement (two whole rooms that can be used now, yay). One of his habits was to buy flatware from the thrift store because you never know, someone might need this exact piece for their set, or it might be solid sterling. We recycled at least 200 lbs of the stuff because then at least we could get some money for scrapping it.