It is that time of week again where I get to tell the world just how ditzy I can be.
WILL I EVER LEARN…
- My sole purpose for going to town was to deliver an order of embroidered hats. Does it come as a surprise to anyone that the hats remained at home and I had to return to get them?
- I finished my work out yesterday and noticed hubby had called. So I called him back. Getting voice mail, I left him a sweet little message. You know the kind, “I noticed you called – what do you want?” He called me back and said, much sweeter than I had, “I didn’t call you, hun. Are you sure it wasn’t from the other day”. To which I replied, “No, the time stamp definitely says “February 2, 10:39 am.” That is when I had to pause and regroup. Utoh. I finally remembered that I couldn’t find my phone when I left home around 10:30. So I did what any enterprising person would do, I called myself. And that my friends, was the missed call… me calling me.
------------------------------------------------And here is one of my not so proud moments from the not too distant past.
- We were spending the weekend with our friends, at the Lake of the Ozarks. I’ll have to admit, when we are with Patti and Gerard, it is difficult to call it a night. We tend to stay up long past the witching hour. On this particular night, the guys gave up the ghost long before us ladies did. Patti and I sat on the deck and solved the world’s problems. As the night wore on, the chill of the wind off the lake got downright cold. That wasn’t a problem – all I needed was to wrap myself up in the quilt from the couch.
- At some point I experienced a common phenomena of the cold… I really, really had to go pee. So, bundled up like a mummy, I headed inside. After doing my thing, I bundled myself back up, arms securely held inside the quilt, and headed back out. That would not have been a problem except that I forgot there was a step down to the deck. And in the darkness I couldn’t see it. With my hands bound tightly within the safety of my warm quilt, I couldn’t catch myself. I went flying, and fell face down with nothing but my boobs, belly, and nose to cushion me from the fall. Can you say ouch? It was awful!
So the moral of this story is: 1) don’t let the guys go to bed first; 2) don’t bundle and pee; 3) don’t drink and bundle and pee; 4) don’t attempt to solve the world’s problems… it ain’t gonna happen!Love ya ET aka Patti – cuz I know you will read this eventually!
Did you have a “will I ever learn moment: this week?