Has Anyone Seen my Keys? Part II

Found em!

'Dad, I found your keys...they were under my sweatshirt. I must have scooped them up when I grabbed my sweatshirt,' said Oldest Daughter. After a rough day in which we just about lost our mind trying to find our keys, we're not mad or the least bit upset. She's not going to college, though. We kid. We kid.

Good Tuesday morning, Substack, or as June 10th will forever be known, Keys Located Day.

We got in a workout yesterday. Knee felt fine and feels fine this morning. We weighed in at 240 pounds. We're not sure how we managed that.

It's primary day here in New Jersey. We're voting for Jack Ciattarelli, who's expected to win.

Ant War update: we've eradicated ant positions in the pantry and the shower and taken the war to their outside colonies. The ants are calling for negotiations. The wasps are offering to mediate.

In nautical news the Israelis have deported retarded Swede Greta Thunberg back to where she came from. Also, the Israeli navy struck targets in Yemen. 'The strikes on Tuesday likely marked the farthest-ever confirmed offensive action carried out by Israeli Navy missile boats. Hodeida is located some 1,800 kilometers (1,100 miles) from Israel.' That's some serious power projection by the Jews. You know what the imams say. It's as if life is imitating Israel Strikes: War of the Red Sea. Hey look at that, 600 + reviews 4 + average. We are among the best there is at what we do.

DOGE report: We got absolutely nothing done yesterday.