Tell me this, and tell me no more: what is it with men and buckets?
It is you see a truth universally acknowledged, that if you buy a bucket, a passing human of the masculine kind will do one of two things:
Either
a) Fill it with something obnoxious
Or
b) Make it disappear never to be seen again.
Hell yes. I do believe that somewhere out yonder there is a place men go to show off all the buckets they have snaffled off women who want to do no more than fill their lovingly chosen pail with hot soapy water and a squirt of something pine-scented. Men love buckets: a fact not often discussed in polite society.
And so my lovelies in an unprecedented act of independence I have bought another bucket (and a very tasteful bucket it is too) and I intend to guard it with all the screechy lunacy I usually reserve for those who help themselves to MY violet cremes.
Be warned men in the vicinity: I take no prisoners.
My hubby and i began the process of selling our current tiny house to buy a new larger house at the beginning of the summer. With that came a huge purge of unwanted and unloved things. Unfortunately, he purged about 15 buckets which we will need to transport our very large goldfish tank and my 2 pet turtles. Now we are coming down to the wire and a moving date is on the horizon. Guess who must go purchase 15 new buckets from the hardware store? Men and buckets, indeed!
Cheers,
Barb
Make it pink or floral and they will not touch it. It works in this home!
Wendy said if it is pink or floral it would be safe in her house. Not so at my house, at least not tools. I bought myself pink tools or painted what I had pink and it was not a deterrent at all. I have the same problem with buckets as you. I have never had the same bucket for more than 3 weeks and some buckets have disappeared before I got to use them once!! Good luck to you and your new bucket, I’ve all but given up!
Tie a lovely ribbon around the handle to clearly identify it as yours!
This was funny, most likely because I can relate. Nice bucket btw.
About 30 years ago I bought my father 10 plastic buckets fir his birthday. I think he thought I was mad. However, within 6 months, there was not a bucket to be found. What do they do with them? It is a mystery as big as odd socks.