|Ben: You left me. You messed with the bathroom doors.|
Not really. We were in Las Vegas for a collegiate basketball tournament. Go Zags!
I will have a rollicking pictorial account of the trip sometime in the next decade if I can ever figure out how to down/upload photos from my smart phone. Stay tuned. Should be available by March 2122 by my calculations.
In the meantime . . . . Here's Ben's take on our absence:
What's up with this doorstop you left in the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms? It doesn't change a thing. You're gone. And although I love the H's, I'm home alone. I want my bathrooms.
Basketball? Phffttt! Get over it.
The Two-legged Missus' socks? She'll need them next week. I'll just make them better. Oi!
The tissues? OK, shredding's kinda fun. Oi! Oi! Oi!
The plunger and bathroom scrubber? Euw-wwwuwww. Really bad idea in hindsight.
|I honestly have NO IDEA where he got my socks.|
Just a hunch, but I think Ben has abandonment