I need luggage tags, because boychik and I are flying to Maine in July. I ordered R2D2 and BB8 shaped tags at no small expense (for luggage tags, anyway), from Amazon, just because the boychik likes them so much. They are very cool (arrived today) and durable-looking. Also, we are not checking luggage this time, but if we ever do, they will make it easy to spot.
It involved, at my 2 year old grandson’s request, putting a plastic basket on my head (helmet, donchaknow) and playing baseball. By “playing baseball”, I mean taking turns whacking a whiffle ball with a plastic bat, running around randomly and yelling “homerun!”, then swapping off and repeating. Dozens of times. In the front yard.
And I’d do it all again!
Today I asked a nice single woman (a stranger) out and she gave me her number.
Guess what - I ended up inadvertently throwing out that piece of paper into a trash bin alongside of some other trash items. Didn’t realize what I’d done until I got home. :smack: :smack: :smack:
Fell off a bridge because I wasn’t properly paying attention. Landed face first in the dirt, bum in the air, head pinned down by my 30lb backpack. I have a wicked bruise on my knee and am still limping a week later but nothing is broken.
OK, to set this story up, my wife had cataract surgery about 7 or 8 years ago. Last month one of her lenses partially detached, and she had to have surgery to reattach the lens (actually they took the old one out and put a new one in). Since her vision isn’t back to 100% in that eye, she has taped some cardboard over the lens of her glasses as a makeshift eyepatch so that she can see out of her good eye without experiencing double vision.
My granddaughter had made a hand puppet during after-school Boys and Girls Club awhile back and had left it at our house. One day walking through the kitchen I noticed one of the little plastic stick-on “googly eyes” on the floor, which had come off of the puppet. Instead of putting the eye back on the puppet, I stuck it to covered-up lens of my wife’s glasses. 
When she went back in to the eye surgeon’s office for her follow-up exam, all of the folks in the office thought it was hilarious.
Agreed to accept a marginal (you can’t have real meds - your kidneys won’t allow!) MD as “PCP”.
I have given up trying to talk to this wall of “NO!”.
Mine also involves a post-it note.
I was traveling for work last week and when I got back and was walking through my lab on Monday there was a new sign posted on a closet door that reads “NOTICE| Not an Exit”
So I stuck a post-it to the sign that reads “Duly Noticed”
I got distracted while putting my socks on. When I was ready to resume, I saw I only had one sock in my hand, and looked around to see where I dropped the other. Took me an embarrassing amount of time before I realized it was already on my foot.
My daughter accidentally locked me into the garden. Bear in mind this garden backs on to other gardens and has ten or so gardens on each side, so access is only via the flat. I keep a spare key outside but it wouldn’t work with the key on the lock and the inside key wouldn’t fall out.
Daughter then went out in a taxi to collect our new cat from the vet after spaying. Took my phone because hers had no charge.
And forgot her own keys.
I have two other keyholders, both of whom are on holiday. I had no computer or any and all the windows were shut.
The results are:
Daughter locked out on the front step with a cat in a carrier
Me sleeping on the garden bench
Me foraging for food in the garden and drinking from the garden tap
Me standing in the middle of the garden to yell for help
Two neighbours talking to me over a high fence and from a high window
Daughter spending the afternoon hanging out with neighbour and his tarantulas, scorpions and snakes, with cat in the carrier
Locksmith having to vault over the fence after going througha neighbour’s flat
135 quid on a locksmith which didn’t even include a replacement lock
Me having to explain all this to my flatmate tomorrow
Aargh
Okay, I’m halfway there, but what’s with “Floaty”?
I had to look up my own cellphone number on the internet because I had a memory lapse and couldn’t find a way to make my new phone show me the number. Technology is the cause of and solution to a great many problems.