Monday.....Miscellaneous.....Foibles

My wife and I recently returned from a vacation at the Outer Banks. Hilton Head is our usual destination for vacation so the rough, colder waters and the history of Kitty Hawk and Manteo were a pleasant change. We took our dog, a thirteen month old Golden Retriever, with us, the first time we had ever taken a pet. He had been in too many homes in his first year and we didn't want to confuse him with a kennel even though our kennel is a very nice place run by wonderful people. I feel I should relate a few things about myself here for conscience sake. One evening we took a walk on the beach, the sky was beautiful and there was a warm breeze. The iPhone in my pocket vibrated. I pulled it out but there was no indication of a call or text. That was odd. It happened again and this time I mentioned it to my wife. When it happened a third time, I was sure I was going to have to have it replaced on vacation for surely I can't go even a few hours on the beach without checking the Drudge Report. We saw my brother-in-law and his daughter walking towards us and he had a grin on his face. For a second I thought he was playing a little game but that wouldn't explain the lack of a message on the cell phone.

Do you have Courtney's cell phone?

No. I just have my iPhone and a tin of mints.

Are you sure. She's positive that she left it on the table by the door?

Knowing what I am capable of doing at times, I checked. I once took off my watch only to find another watch a few inches up my arm. Another time I took off my belt and there was another one under it. It may be genetic for my mother once attached her fingernail to the wall while hanging a picture and another time Super Glued her lips together.

Let me look? Courtney's phone was there. O.K., maybe that's reasonable but the second incident really isn't. We were sitting under an umbrella on a hot afternoon and I was clutching my dog close for there were other dogs on the beach. I felt his stomach rumble and commented to my wife that he must be hungry. You probably can guess the rest. On the walk back to the house I saw that my son had texted me at the time our puppy's stomach was rumbling. Well, there it is, I guess this is the end of our relationship on this blog? I have to go anyway for this chair is vibrating and it's not a vibrating recliner?