Don’t Touch My Stuff

17 Mar 2010 /

“Anyone who knows me as well as you do,” I say to my son, “knows that one thing I really hate is when I put something in one place and somebody moves it to a different place, so the next time I need that thing I can’t find it. Which brings me to the topic of the DVD remote . . .”

“I put it to the left of the TV,” he says.

“Are you sure you didn’t put it behind the TV where no one would be likely to find it?”

“Did you find it?” he asks.

“No — Mom found it, and when I asked her where she found it she pointed behind the TV.”

“Hmmm . . . I would say it was to the left of the TV.”

“Let me ask you this: Why did you move it at all?”

“It was in my chair.”

“That’s not ‘your chair.’ You don’t have a chair.”

One Comment on Don’t Touch My Stuff »

  1. donna lynn

    18 Mar 2010 @ 3:18 pm

    Hello Paul, from looking at your site it seems your doing well for yourself. Paul, for the past at least 7 years I have tried to find Marne and I cant locate her anywhere. Do you know where she is and how I can reach her? I have been busy working as a Registered Nurse these past oh well over 25 years. It sure goes by fast. I have such fond memories of your Mom,Dad, you and Marne. Here is my phone nbr 714-786-7202 and my e-mail address is Drop me a line or give me a call. I would love to hear from you and Marne. Your friend always, Donna Lynn

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