Lockdown

I nearly cracked Deb up while she was on the phone with USAA.  I’d located Val’s social security card in my desk drawer, which has been sitting on the desk getting stuff piled on top of it since the kids broke it again a few months ago.

I have an ancient metal box, somewhat insulated against fire, with a long since dead lock.  It contains the title for the Sentra and some other stuff like silver certificates.  Periodically I remember I could use a new one and then promptly don’t buy one.

I pulled that out, took it and the envelopes with the offspring identity social security cards in them to the living room, got Deb’s attention and announce that I was putting. social. security. in a. lock box.

He probably gets picked on more than deserved, but that’s one bit of unintended Al Gore humor that will never stop being funny to me.

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