How dare her judge my little house.
Fast forward to after she leaves. I head to Blockbuster to ask them, without looking more idiotic than I already do, if I had turned in Star Wars Return of the Sith. Why? Because I've half lost my mind trying to take care of my Dad and carry on with my life. I'm not normally absent minded. In fact I never have been. You can imagine how ridiculous I felt asking such a stupid question.
No, I had not turned it in. And it was two days late. And I have no idea where it is. Do you know what happens when you can't find a movie? You get to buy it. Yup. I got to buy something that was missing. Awesome.
I return home and ask my little angel if he knows where it is. Nope. He was too busy doing this:
Fine. I'll tear up the house and see if I can find it. Good news. It isn't in the house. It's in the TRUNK OF MY CAR.
|Now we are stuck with this. You're welcome to borrow it for *free*, but if you loose it, you buy it.|
|It was a bitter sweet moment.|
|Grant and Beckett couldn't have cared less.|