Where is my head?

Sometimes I am amazed at my ability to find new ways of putting my head up my arse. Let me give you the latest example.

I left the house Friday afternoon for the weekend to hang out with friends in Fayetteville, Arkansas. And I got back to the house late Sunday evening. And for 56-58 hours, almost two and a half days my garage door was OPEN. Yep, I can’t believe it either. I clearly remember when I left the house that I needed to close the garage door. Somewhere between walking out of the garage and getting in the car and driving off I had totally forgot to close the garage door.

Thankfully my attack cats kept any would be burglars from taking the computer, TV, new mower, basically cleaning me out.

Guess sometimes it is better to be lucky and good.