If After Three Strikes You Are Out, What Are You After Three Outs?

Oh, in case my mom didn't call you this weekend, I was lost Saturday afternoon..........



So I was working outside all day doing yard work, and I just kind of felt like going out in the woods that afternoon. I honestly haven't been out in our woods in years (my, things are different now) and I wanted to see if I could still make out the trails I had many years ago (I couldn't). So I also decided to walk down to the creek to check things out. [btw......came up with a short horror film I would love to do; don't know any attractive actors who could do it, though] Well, I was gone maybe 1.5 hours, and walked back to the house.

When I got home my Uncle Shelton and Aunt Marilyn (not really related) were there, and my mom was outside explaining to them I had been cleaning off the carport and clearing some brush around. Then she put her hand on her head and said "THERE he is! Oh, well......thank you for coming, I'm sorry."

............SHE FUCKING CALLED THEM TO COME OVER TO LOOK FOR ME.

I'M TWENTY-FUCKING-THREE YEARS OLD.


She was soooo freaked out.





Sigh.