9/9 #5

@tiggerrts - The rump shaker made me snort!
Triple digits here, with no end in sight!
Perhaps mid 90's this weekend. I'd jump in the river, but even it's warm, so I'm gunna take a cold shower.
Have a great evening, everyone!

Ditto! If it was me, I'd be making a guess appearence on OITNB. Speaking of...has anyone seen @angelphyre?9/9-5
that really sucks tigg. I commend you for dealing with it as well as you do!
omg, this made me laugh. What a trooper you are!9/9 #4
PIF to @Slowone2
Whew! What a day. Today was my FRAD's birthday (for the newer Tree Peeps, FRAD="Friend's Dad"--he had a stroke back in March and my friend and his family live in Europe, so I've been handling the local business--bills, mail, house, phone calls, living arrangements, etc.), so I drove up to take him out for lunch and (since it was so hot) some ice cream. While we were at it, we also ran a few errands that he needed done and stopped at his house for a little while before returning him home so that he could join the organized beach walk. I got back home and had started pulling out my vape mail (tragedy! I had to leave the package unopened because I had to meet him!) when I receive a phone call. Apparently, he lost his wallet.
Now, I remember seeing his wallet on the kitchen table at the house, so I knew it was either there, in my car, or with him at the Assisted Living facility. So, I hopped in the car a half hour before rush hour and drove to the house (which is kinda sorta on the way to the AL facility, but still 15 minutes away without traffic). Searched and searched and did not find the wallet. I pulled my car apart and found an old magazine crammed between the seat on the passenger side as well as a dirty pair of one of my kid's socks--but no wallet. On the the facility: he swears he doesn't know what happened to it: it should be in his right front pockets. Well what do you have in your pockets? Keys on one side, an identification chain in his front right, and nothing in his back pockets. We searched his room, we drove back to the house and searched, we drove back and searched his room again. Nothing. We started walking back to the front foyer, next to which is the dining area (it was, after all, 4:30 and time for dinner) when a woman in a wheelchair, who was hearing us discuss it in the elevator, reaches up and grabs his ..... Is this it? Sure enough... it was in his back pocket (the one he'd patted down himself) the entire time.
I told him it was all part of the birthday experience: lunch, ice cream, and a scavenger hunt.
![]()
@tiggerrts - The rump shaker made me snort!

Triple digits here, with no end in sight!

Have a great evening, everyone!
