Spilling the tea on my dad's phone escapade
The other morning, my father couldn't find his phone. He'd just gotten up and hadn't had coffee yet, but Nancy Drew decided to pitch in to help. I grabbed the landline and dialed his number. No sound; it's not in the house. He'd done some yard work the day before, so I went out into the garage in case he'd left it there; no sound when I called again. He was pretty sure it was in the shed, so I walked outside with the cordless phone and dialed a third time. Now, I heard something, faintly, that appeared to be coming from the shed. Except, once he got his keys and opened the door, it wasn't there. Now that's weird; how could I have heard something coming from inside the shed then?
Dad thought for a bit, and then opened the deck box, where we store the chair cushions and he has miscellaneous crap. Aha--not only did we find his phone, we found a bag of Wiley Wallaby licorice as well. He has no idea how either of those got there, but at least he found his phone...plus all his missed calls, most of which came from the house.
In the meantime, I'd resumed having breakfast and had started to drink my tea, but I wasn't paying close attention to my beverage and the next thing I know, I've tipped it enough that I poured some of it down the front of my hoodie. Rats. Looks like I'm showering *with* my clothes on today. I did actually put my hoodie in the shower to try to clean it up, but then stuck it in one of my sinks so the water could drain from it. I'll be able to wash it for real tomorrow when I do laundry.
Dad thought for a bit, and then opened the deck box, where we store the chair cushions and he has miscellaneous crap. Aha--not only did we find his phone, we found a bag of Wiley Wallaby licorice as well. He has no idea how either of those got there, but at least he found his phone...plus all his missed calls, most of which came from the house.
In the meantime, I'd resumed having breakfast and had started to drink my tea, but I wasn't paying close attention to my beverage and the next thing I know, I've tipped it enough that I poured some of it down the front of my hoodie. Rats. Looks like I'm showering *with* my clothes on today. I did actually put my hoodie in the shower to try to clean it up, but then stuck it in one of my sinks so the water could drain from it. I'll be able to wash it for real tomorrow when I do laundry.