I look like an older version of me.
Back from the church, where I made copies and looked for Stewardship financial documents that I thought were supposed to be in the Spanish Mass bin but weren’t, and also weren’t in the Stewardship bin or the Scouts bin or just lying around.
I called Jim, who I thought was supposed to put the documents (somewhere), and he texted back that he’s on a trip but, “He thought it had been released,” which makes it clear that neither of us has any idea what the other is talking about, but it’s okay, because we’re not doing anything. We’ll figure it out by August 5, when we have another meeting.
I look like something I can’t think of.