The true story in which our heroine swears up and down that she does not know where the hero's phone is and then finds it one state later in her jacket pocket.
Went to visit my brother this past weekend. We had a great time and the only hiccup was that he couldn't find his phone at the end of the weekend. I had left it in his car, when we were unloading it from our successful Ikea run. He didn't believe me, and went as far as to double check the bag that I had already searched. I indignant, forcefully told him that it must be somewhere in that large, overflowing pile by the couch. I found it on the way to early morning seminary when I put on my jacket. Great trip and I promise that the phone is in the mail!
2 comments:
This explains why Richard can't call.....
You you have TWO phones now....
So glad you had a great weekend with each other!
Wow. I totally love the true story! We loved having you come and visit! You didn't do any more damage in indoctorating the Baby Hero than I do. The Bug Hero works hard to show him cool boy stuff.
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