Okay, so I play a few tricks on George... Some involving glasses/eyesight/whatever see post 'Tricks on Old People'. But, even when I don't, I get the blame. Geez, poor me.
George left his tee shirt outside last night with his reading glasses in the case in the pocket. This a.m., he went out to fetch them. He brought them inside, took them out and put them on. At which point he accused me of 'screwing with his glasses', thinking I'd blacked them out with felt tip marker again. No, I hadn't...
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