I should make this FO so I can use more vulgar words, but maybe vulgarity isn't as funny as I think it is. Incidentally, my family just got back from Maui where there seem to be chickens all over the place. Two of my teenagers loved to identify them as "cocks" whenever they saw them. It got so tiring that I told them that I was sick of their vulgar language and I didn't care if they were referring to chickens when they used that word. It needed to stop. Well, from that point onward they made fun of me for using the word "vulgar" as if it's the funniest word they'd ever heard.

So vulgar words may not be funny, but apparently "vulgar" itself if a funny word if you believe my two youngest male hooligans.

On with the show:

How much of the life of a parent is spend searching for stuff their children lose? Too much. I'm so tired of it.
I'll rant here, but don't bore yourself with reading it. I just need to vent.
My 23 year-old son has a history of losing just about everything. My wife and I bought him little GPS devices to clip on important things like his wallet and keys a couple of years ago. Unfortunately, he lost them before he ever used them. He went to Maui with us. When we got out of our car at one point to check out a waterfall a short walk from the road, he put his shoes on top of the car. As we walked away, I told him that putting stuff on top of a car is a great way to lose stuff. He rolled his eyes at me.
When we got back to the car, I watched as he got back in his seat with his shoes still on top of the car. As I got in the car, I mentioned to him that his shoes were still on the roof. He laughed and retrieved them.

He still lives with me and my wife.
About 4 hours ago, he came home from work and told me that he lost his wallet somewhere in Provo which is about an hour drive where we live in the Salt Lake area. He didn't know where it was, but he called a coworker whom he dropped off at home to see if that coworker had seen it. That coworker told him that he saw my son's wallet on top of his car before my son drove away.

So my son went all the way back down there to search a neighborhood for his wallet in the dark. I got nervous and drove down there to help. It ended up as a 4 hour, fruitless trip. His wallet is gone. To make matters worse, his social security card was in his wallet. he recently needed it for something so he had put it in there and hadn't yet taken it out.
Calgon, take me away.

Why is life so hard?