Mom's sister C was talking on the cell phone to her this morning while her husband C was talking to her, but evidently not in sight. Aunt C is walking around on the cell phone, and at one point, says to her husband, which also allowed mom to eavesdrop, "I can't find them anywhere."
Mom: What are you looking for?
Aunt C: My cell phone.
Out of sight; out of mind...
Spelunker hero-worships R. He must recognize male to male and has bonded. The other day, as we ate, Spelunker sat at the table sedately not looking at the food, in one of the cloth barstools.
R mashed his baked potato and scraped buttered and gravied bits into a pile, then would eat them with relish. One he examined and set aside. "There's a white hair in there, Spelunker."
He yawned, not meeting R's eye.
Soon his plate was cleared except for a pile of skin and that offending bite. Although he'd assured me he was full, he proceeded to collect it once again on the end of his fork, then popped it quickly into his mouth.
I thought, "I didn't see him pick the hair out..."
"Isn't that the bite with the hair?" I inquired with trepidation.
A horrified look passed over R's face. "Blech, blech," he spit it back onto his plate.