Yesterday, Mr. Thompson called me to come pick him up from work because he had infections in each eye {sigh} and couldn’t drive home.  The sun was just too bright for him to hold his eyes open.  When we got home, he emptied his pockets and laid down to put the medicine in his eyes and rest a bit.  The contents of his pockets were as follows:

Now this was priceless.  When I pointed it out to him later, he smirked and then said, “It isn’t mine.”  HA!  That guy is too much!  I love him, cheater pants and all!

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