Last year at Christmas Mom wanted a wall charger for her phone, a certain LG model. I also have an LG phone. So I was hoping that I could just go somewhere around here and get a charger for an LG phone. Yeah, if it were only that easy. Apparently LG makes three different types of connections for their chargers, and no one who carries LG phones up here can tell me what kind of charger her phone takes. Great. So I go home to where she lives, and I truck around to three, three, THREE different places, all stores for her wireless company, before I can get my hands on one. And it ends up being the same one that my phone uses. So HAHAHAHA! Joke's on me. So now, I take mine with me to the cabin and what does she do? She steals it.
That's not true. She didn't steal anything. I simply forgot it. So now I am charging with just my car charger and she's got three, three, THREE chargers for her phone. Who's getting the short end of this stick? I think I am too. So that happened. Other than that not much went on. We ate at our favorite haunts. We cruised around the lake on Dr. B's boat. We bopped down back roads to see what we could see. Good times all around. And everything was great until I got home.
I stumbled into my apartment late at night, a couple of hours ahead of a line of thunderstorms and began unpacking. Mom always sends me with a bunch of food so I was putting that away and whatnot in the kitchen, when I happened to glance at the darkened living room. I noticed that as the streetlight outside shown through the picture window, the silouhette of the furniture against it didn't look quite right. So I flip on the light and see that all of the furniture has been re-arranged. And I start laughing my ass off.
I was not angry, not was I surprised. I have played pranks on more than a few of my friends. And most of those people know where the spare key is hidden. So it was bound to some back on me eventually. And as pranks go this was a very good one but rather tame. After some searching around and questioning I believe that Teener and the Dingo are responsible, especially since the place is cleaner than it was when I left. And definitely more orderly. So thanks girls. And excellent prank if you are responsible. Funny, but not harmful. That's how it should be. Hats off to you.
I know that I told everyone that I'd be back Saturday, and I was, but you didn't get a post. "What's with that?" I can hear you asking, mostly because Guy H. of Sand River, MI asked me that already. I know, I am a slacker. But here is the deal. Saturday was the culmination of a week long festival in the next town over, capped off as always by outstanding fireworks over the lake there. So...on my way home from work Saturday David Nathaniel called and asked me not IF I was coming up, but WHEN was I coming up. So up I went. Now, I am from the Midwest. And here, if they are going to take the time to close off some streets and set the sky afire above a lake, the least you can do is drink a bunch of beer. So that's what I did. I sat in my chair, drank beer, and watched fireworks with my friends. And I don't think that the beer did much. I think it was the shots that Chevy Orange kept pumping into me that made me a little too drunk to drive. So Egypt's girlfriend brought us home. And I went up to get my car today. And all's well that ends well, right? So we're back online. Look for more tomorrow.