Good morning. My crack lawn service is mowing, under protest. I’ve lost his iPod. I took it from him yesterday morning and put it in my pocket, and then I ... don’t know where I put it.
I’m sure it will eventually turn up. Probably after the lawn is completely mowed. Odd, how that happens sometimes.
When we were growing up, our mother always wore waist-aprons with HUGH pockets. If we misplaced something, she would magically produce it from one of her pockets. Never did figure out how my stuff got in there....
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