I got home Saturday afternoon after lunch and some shopping with Jerry. I finally decided to invest in an iron. My friend Tien says he knows how to iron shirts because my dad taught him how to do so back in 1994. For a moment, I thought I might have to call my dad and get a refresher training. I'm out of practice but I think I got the basics of it. Things worked really well once I started using the steam button. Of course, after that I start remembering the scene from
Real Women Have Curves where America Ferrera burns a dress with an iron. No burns yet.
Getting back on track, though, I got home Saturday and I had told
motleyprose that I would give him a call. I took off my jacket and started looking for my cordless phone. It wasn't on the base and it doesn't have a button where it can be paged like my old set did. Normally, I'm using my home phone to call my cell and locate it. This was the first time I was doing the reverse, using my cell to call and locate my home phone. It kept sounding very near but I could never place it. So at one point I'm diving into a clothes bin, thinking it dropped somewhere into the depths of my clothes. While hunched over the bin, I hear beeping coming from my right hand pocket.
At some point, I had picked up my cordless phone, probably remembered that I need to look up motley's phone number, obliviously dumped the phone into my right pocket so I could grab my cell and look up his number. I do this quite a bit.
coolhipfrank witnessed me frantically looking for my house keys before just saying I could use the spare he has until I find my own. I told him I would definitely find them in some ridiculous place. Sure enough while waiting at the bus stop, I reached into my right pocket to get my bus pass out. There they were. I had no words. I just showed them to Frank with a look on my face like "Can you believe this mess?" From now on, whenever you ask where I find something,
bigmiah, the response may be.. my right pocket.
It was still an interesting weekend. I went to a friend's 35th birthday Saturday night with a bottle of Skyy Raspberry. I'm not sure how much of the bottle I consumed since I just left it at Brian's but I can tell you I was in bed until 1:45 pm on Sunday afternoon. Earlier at 7 am, my head was still buzzing. Will have pictures from the party very soon.