cristovau | You are right, I am wrong

So, sometime Sunday I lost my wallet. I had just paid for pizza and then, it sort of disappeared. The next day, Bess asked me to check the pants I was wearing, and I did. Luckily, I had no need of it, not really.

Well, I just found it, um, erm... ...in the pants I was actually wearing when I paid for the pizza, not the comfy ones I changed into immediately after.

I have the best, wisest wife in the entire world and I clearly don't deserve her.

Also,I am way to wired for the chamomile I just had. What is going on with that?

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