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I so stoopud!
Well, I don't look for stuff very well.
Dumped my pack out 2 days after the Mt Rogers hang, then again 3 weeks later, then again last week. I took EVERYTHING out. I was looking for my 2 tin whistles. I COULD NOT FIND THEM. THEY WERE NOT IN MY PACK OR ANYWHERE ELSE!!!!
Today I decided it was time to re-pack for my next trip. Went into the back yard & (AGAIN) dumped out my pack, "Plop" went the tin whistles. :rolleyes:
I'm happy to have them back, but upset with me that I could not find them.
Honest, I took EVERYTHING out the other 3 times! They were not there!!
Oh well. Sadly: Not the first time, not the last time!
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Welcome to the twilight zone!
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Did you find any of my socks? Or maybe that watch I lost?
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Did you find my marbles? I'm sure I just misplaced them...
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Someone get that man a bed at the closest nursing home, he's got oldtimer's disease. :lol:
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If you find $100 it's mine in case you were wondering. :lol:
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Is that all - I thought you were going to say you drank from the wrong bottle - again!
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You played tin whistles in the shelter..the whistles vanished..they showed up when you left. Sherlock Holmes suspects an inside job.
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When I do something like that my wife has so much fun with it. She claims disorganization, etc. In reality as males, evolution has triggered in us an ability to focus more succinctly on those things animate. Our hunter days cause us to clue in on movement, action and motion. Which may be why we channel surf.
When I look in the refrigerator, I wish to hell the ketchup had motorized wheels so I could find it. As it is, it remains right in front of my nose, and I cry out in anguish and despair, "Honey, where is the ketchup." To which the response is, "Right in front of your nose." If only ketchup and tin whistles could move.
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At least you got 'em back, Doctari! I 'lost' my only one while visiting my brother... Next time I'm taking a banjo! ;)
Chuck