Just today I had a serious panic.
I spent half an hour scouring my place for one of my guitars - opening cupboards, searching under beds, checking and rechecking inside guitar cases - even going out to the garage to see if I'd had a 'senior moment' and put it out there.
Whilst sitting racking my brains wondering where I'd left it, whether someone had broken in and just taken that one etc etc I realised I'd lent it to my daughter's boyfriend.
Even more galling, I'd even skyped him last night and seen it in his hand! fnaar.

I'm getting old.

*wanders off muttering I remember when this was all fields etc etc*
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Thu 21 Mar 2013, 17:10, 2 replies)

The brain fade
is that you actually lent your guitar to your daughter's boyfriend.
The only good going to come of that is if you lose a guitar as the price of keeping your daughter out of the hands of a scoundrel.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Thu 21 Mar 2013, 17:33, closed)

There there pet.
*passes Werther's Original*
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Thu 21 Mar 2013, 19:56, closed)