I just don't really know where they are.
Clay's brother Lee is crashing on our couch this week. He's never been here and we're happy to show him around -- although I think he's already shocked by the sloth's pace at which we conduct our life. I asked him if he liked Law and Order; he said he'd never seen it. Oh my, this weekend could get ugly.
And now, 36 hours after his arrival, I've no idea where the young chap is. All's I know is he's holding our car hostage somewhere in this fair city. Last I saw it was 12 hours ago when he dropped me off at work. Bye?
The other missing brother, the one I call Amigo/Chip/Didj/Rubby, has got our other piece of transport, the scoot, parked far away in the Financial District where he's being held hostage by job. I just ordered us up some burgers and he says he's going straight from work to pick them up but it's been awhile since I...
Oh, wait! Contact! Contact with husband has been achieved! Red meat smothered in cheese and ketchup is being zooooooomed my way! Delivered on a cute red beep beep! By a cute green-eyed heart stamp!
Do you think if I press that "panic" button on my keychain I'll be able to chase my car, and subsequently Lee, down?