Does anyone else have the repeated experience of hiding something from your kids, only to discover you’ve also hidden it from yourself? Still missing at large: a watch, a box of Sharpies, last year’s Halloween candy and a five-pound bag of Moon Sand. Now why isn’t it this easy to misplace the children?
My Nonsensical Thought of the Day
You may be scared of flying. I’m just scared of thinking.
Wonders how many cumulative hours I’ve spent trying to remember whose number I just dialed; staring inside closets, drawers, and cabinets asking myself what I was looking for; and wondering if I should pull over, not because I forgot the directions, but the destination. Certainly it’s been well over 40 hours, in which span of time I could have become a certified private airplane pilot. Who wants to board that ride?
Doug’s tip after I spent the afternoon cleaning the refrigerator…
“If you’d remember to wipe everything before you put it away, you wouldn’t have to spend half your life cleaning the refrigerator.”
And we ladies complain that our husbands never help out around the house!
Something’s not adding up
Said Ashley, my 21-year-old super model of a hairdresser: “That’ll be $66.”
“66?!” I asked. “For a one-inch trim and a bottle of shampoo on clearance?”
“Oooooh, sorry,” she said. “I forgot the blow-dry. That’ll be $75.”
The bigger question…for $75, shouldn’t I be the one who looks like a super model?