Holy crap - I've pulled some major knob moments in my life. I think I have surpassed previous expeditions of all past brain-farts commited by myself.
This morning I get up, get the kids their breakfast and see a little pink sticky note on the counter top. I figure Jarrett has left me a little love note (he just left for a 4 day business trip to Chicago). I pick it up with a loving smile on my face to read in his large, bold and obviously distraught printing,
"WAY TO LEAVE THE KEYS IN THE FRONT DOOR LAST NIGHT!"
Ummmmm whooops! Did I do that (in my best Steve Urkel voice)? Yes I guess so since I went to the drugstore last night, and I was the last one to drive the car. Must've been my purchase of electric toothbrushes and three new CD's that got me excited. Thank God we have a large bolt on the front door (although you jump the fence and go into the backyard, you're in the house). Worse was his car is parked in the driveway so that could've been stolen too. When I read that I immediately felt stupid. How could I not? I'm surprised he didn't come upstairs and ream me one. Probably because he had to get to the airport stat. I'm sure I'll get a phone call later in the day. Collect call, "Ma'am will you, an irresponsible home-owner, accept the charges from a husband who is going to tell you what you did was incredibly careless?"
I have no clue what my problem is - but lately I've been doing careless things. I guess I'm preoccupied or something (yeah cause you know the titans of intelligence in my head are battling it out lately @@). Honestly, nothing fab going on, nothing stressful. I think it was just one of those dumb things. Like yesterday I also momementarily left my purse at the girls school and when I was in the parking garage of the mall, instead of hitting the command start button, I hit the alarm. There goes my van, screaming it's engine out in a confined space with amazing ecoquistics. People turn and look and of course, I sheepishly make my way to the van and start it. LOL I was trying to disable it by hitting the button again (guess what - that doesn't work). Honestly, I never had to engage or disengage it. Case in point - I'm on a streak lately. What next? Tube top pulled down in a public place? Sure a lot of dirty little men would get a cheap thrill only Cialis could conjure up.
Anyways, short of being elected by the Darwin awards committee (which I possibly could win), I need to be on my best behavior for a while. My vow is to think before I act... or try anyways.