Röbert got back from a business trip last night. He said it was all just conference rooms and meetings but I don’t believe a few days in a city like Omaha wouldn’t be a lot of fun, so I am going to let him be “Parent on Duty” this weekend and take a little time for Lah Lee.
He generally does a good job unpacking his suitcase and doing his laundry, so I don’t have to deal with any of that, but he left the case at the bottom of the stairs to the attic this morning so I decided to help him out and carry it up for him. It happened to fall open, I guess he didn’t zip it up, and I happened to look through all the pockets so he wouldn’t leave anything in there by mistake.
I found the craziest thing in one of the inside pockets, a picture of Röbert and Karen. It looks like it was taken at his office and I just can’t think when she was ever even there. It must have been with me. Why on earth would he have her picture and how did it end up in his luggage? I have no idea. But OMG, the picture is hilarious!
You know, if Karen would just try, she wouldn’t be so bad looking for an older woman. Poor thing.