Boyhood, like measles, is one of those complaints which a man should catch young and have done with, for when it comes in middle life it is apt to be serious.
#Memories We were late in getting to Moms last evening we were sorting plastic containers in the kitchen and lost track of time. That has to be the worst excuse in the world but thats our story and we are sticking to it. Tracey has been taking her lunch to work lately and using those containers more often. Somehow we decided to sort through all those years of plastic and throw out all the orphan lids and containers that had no match. Mom called to ask if we were coming or not we had completely lost track of time! We went to Bob Evans in E. Peoria once we finally got ourselves on the road. Sorry Mom!
MjL 19 Aug 2013, 5:04 a.m.
So, have you guys switched your eating night? I thought you ate with your mom on Sat. nights.
My plastic container family grew recently...I moved kids and found lots of my containers!
Tammy 19 Aug 2013, 6:54 a.m.
Hi Tammy, Yes we moved to Sunday evenings and that is probably part of why we lost track of the time yesterday evening. Im not sure how we managed to lose some of the lids and containers sorta like orphan socks I guess. We decided to just pitch the mismatches because the odds of finding mates is not likely.