Oopsie

I misplaced Mr. Samoa for about five minutes this evening.

He had gone out to mow the grass, which is less of a fight now that he finally got his $*%^$%^ power lawnmower. Presently, I realized that I didn't hear the mower engine. I went out to investigate. Mower is at rest in the front yard, no Mr. Samoa. I think maybe the thing ran out of gas, so check the garage. Still no Mr. Samoa. His car is still there, as is mine. I think he might have gone to the bathroom and I didn't hear him, so check the house. Still no Mr. Samoa. I'm debating whether or not I should panic at this point, so I decided to go check the property for a final time before calling in the Marines. I'm doing this when from our small, rather secluded side yard, I hear "Clip clip clip."

Yes, you guessed it. Mr. Samoa was in the side yard clipping renegade bamboo. I hadn't seen or heard him at first because he was concealed by bamboo. I felt like a big, fat dumbass.


(Speaking of my car, got it back from the shop. The "whoppity" is apparently a loose cover of some sort, which they could not manage to tighten back down. It will not harm the car but that sound is going to drive me slowly insane, so I think I'm going to put Mr. Samoa and Dad Samoa on the case. And perhaps some duct tape.)