Something Fishy is Going On Around Here . . .

This Afternoon Lamon was getting ready for a Scout Camp Out and was in the garage. He called for me, "Hey Mary, come to the garage."

So I came, and he asked me, "Have you been in the attic lately?"

I'm like, "Are you serious? Why in the world would I go into the attic?"

He then showed me a huge trail of attic insulation going from the attic door down all of the shelves in the garage that hadn't previously been there.

"Now that is weird . . . Why would someone get into our attic?" We were both puzzled. Nothing seemed to appear missing in the shop or garage.

So I go back in the house. The floor in the living room was covered with crumbs and I didn't want the scout leaders to come over and actually see how filthy we really are so I wanted to vacuum really fast. I went to get the vacuum . . . but it wasn't in the closet. I looked upstairs . . . no. I looked downstairs . . . no. Weird!

"Lamon, the vacuum is missing! I've looked everywhere."

"Are you sure?"
"I'll look one more time." And I did. Closet . . . no. Upstairs . . . no. Downstairs . . . no.

"Why would someone steal our cheap vacuum out of anything?"
I was a little nervous about this Attic tresspassing vacuum stealer.

Lamon said, "There is no way someone stole our vacuum." A minute later . . . "Mary . . . the vacuum is right here in the closet."

"What? I checked three times!" . . . And yet sure enough . . . there it was.

I then told Lamon the same thing I remind him everyday and that is that I am going to be senile at 40 years of age and he is going to have to take care of me for the rest of his life. To which he just responded, "No . . . I would put you in a home."

Thanks dear!