Yesterday my daughter did some work over here, and I managed to hold a baby and play some bridge with a few friends who juggled their schedules to make a game.
Anyway, upon my daughter departing she could not find her sunglasses. “Perhaps one of your friends accidentally took them,” she mused. “I’ll send a missive,” I replied as I stuck my hand in my 13-pocket overalls.
Voila! I had them in there. Suddenly, I was reminded of the time I had to send three pair of reading glasses back to my mother.
Giving all visitors fair warning. I’m collecting.
