So I'm pondering with Bob tonight. Keep in mind it's hot outside.
Me: Maybe it's out behind the kitchen? Could it be outside?
Bob: Maybe. I don't know.
[Bob gets up from the chair]
Me, yelling after him, thinking he's going outside to check it out: You have to go around the other way since we have construction debris blocking the gate
Bob: Dear, I'm wearing boxers. I'm not going to go outside and check the fuse box in my underwear.
Me: Oh yes. That makes a difference.
Second failure of the evening.
Oh, and this post must end because the golden keeps licking my fingers, making each sentence take 10 drafts to write.