I lost my wallet. I spent two hours looking for it.....and drove about 50 miles in the process. I tore the house apart looking for it. I drove to the last place I had it in Washington Ia to look for it. I drove to Ollie Ia where I dropped off my daughters car yesterday. I looked in my motorcycle where I knew it wasnt. I looked in my truck where I knew it wasnt. I looked in the garbage where I knew it wasnt. I looked in the trunk of my goldwing....which I havent ridden in a week....where I also knew it wasnt. I came back in the house...went back and started tearing the bedroom apart again. Went down to the basement...again. Flipped over 2 chairs. (found one of my lost inhalers). I even looked in the REFRIGERATOR! Then I went back to the bedroom again....moved Caseys bed...again....moved the curtain....and there it was. OH THANK GOD THANK GOD THANK GOD!!!! Then Connor says oh yeah...I saw that wallet there last night when I was looking for the inhaler....I didnt realize that was yours OK.....hes not my son.....I cant legally kill him.......but I think theres a clause in the law somewhere about me being able to give him a good beating.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 21:12:25 +0000