This note was inside our front door one Friday evening after we returned from a euchre game. If Jessica ever lived in at our address it was more than 12 years ago; odds are Bob got the wrong address. I hope he wasn’t too disappointed when Jessica didn’t call.
At Coachella, my friend Phil was attracting all the men because all he was wearing were these red booty shorts. I guess the boys who parked next to us wanted to get in them– we found this on our windshield!