Got home from spending a few hours out in the ocean snorkeling.
Totally exhausted... Christy comes running in saying that we only have one beach towel. I ask if she is sure that she didn't put two in the dryer and she assures me that there is only one. These are really nice beach towels so we hop back in the car and drive back to the beach. It's really hot now and my legs are sore as hell from swimming with fins on. I get out of the car and walk down the beach all the way to where we were.
After walking all over the beach looking for our towel I give up.
Get home, look in the dryer, find both towels.
She blames it on me smoking weed.
