From a statement made to my wife last night:
(While getting the items together for shaving / teeth brushing / other grooming, I open the cabinet in the bathroom to find the fingernail clippers…they’re not there. They’re in the basket on the dining room table…Where they’re supposed to be. Or are they?)
Me: “Okay, so I put the fingernail clippers in the cabinet in the bathroom, and I plan to keep them there, because that way I’ll know where they’re at forever. If I need to clip my fingernails, they’ll be in there, count on it. Well, they weren’t there. No, because I was in the living room last week and wanted to clip my fingernails. I walked over to the basket in the dining room, where they should’ve been, and they weren’t there, they were in the cabinet in the bathroom. So I go get them out of the cabinet and bring them to the living room, clip my fingernails, then put them in the basket on the dining room table, where I plan to keep them because that way I’ll know where they’re at forever. Now I’m in the bathroom and they’re not in the cabinet…So this time I’m going to put them back in the cabinet and I plan on keeping them there because this way I’ll know where they’re at forever…”
I’ll keep you posted on how that goes.
Days till closing: 22
Enjoy today’s haiku:
So today I bought
The Running Lists’ new CD
Old homies’ bands rock!