Most of the time I just mention what I am doing and seriously resist talking about other members of the family. But this morning I just can’t resist. Since I have been home on my longest day of the year (also coincidently April fools…) I have been dragging myself out of bed in the morning and heading straight to the coffee maker.
This morning, George offered to make a latte run. Who am I to discourage such initiative? I used my handy-dandy app and order. AKA – I buy, he flies.
The next significant amount of time passed in a blur of me cleaning up, trying to find the top of my desk in the craft room and plugging in various electronics.
Finally I hear noises in the kitchen. He had gotten the coffees then walked over to Cheese Board for muffins and scones. Problems then ensued. His key fog won’t open the car door. Neither would the key. Blue VW Golf? Check. Parked on Vine between Walnut & Shattuck? Check. He looked around again. There was another VW Golf parked two spaces back from where he was.
It looked a bit tired, and nowhere near as clean. But, jackpot! The key fob worked and he was able to head home with the lattes still pretty warm.
