Incriminating evidence our quasi-pet squirrel trying to steal Mike’s underpants:
I guess the first question would be: “Why are Mike’s underpants on the deck?”
Second questions is: “What in the world would a squirrel do with them?”
Mike wore a look of despondency this afternoon when the hand mixer that he found on the side of the road more than five years ago appeared to have died.
But don’t lose any sleep over this travesty because after a bit of fiddling with it, he got it to work again. Whew. Close call.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby and just overheard two people in their younger 20s exchanging a conversation. Apparently they knew each other in high school:
Awkward guy: What you wrote in my yearbook really meant something to me.
Cool, pretty girl: Aww, good.