Don't blame it on age, necessarily
On Wednesday, I returned home from work and took off my earrings. That is when I noticed they were not a matching pair.
No one mentioned it to me. The next day when I chided one of the younger women about not speaking up she said, "Honestly, I didn't notice it."
This comes on top of my disappointment at the ocean. We were preparing for a walk up the beach, so I opened my suitcase and removed the plastic bag carrying my heavier shoes. One shoe went on my left foot before I realized the second shoe was from a different pair. I would have shrugged that off and worn it, except it was also for my left foot. Trish and I sat on the floor and laughed tears.
I would blame it on my age, but I did things like this when I was younger.
In my mid thirties and my youngest was still playing dress up, I gave her my older high heels for fun. She must have left them out one evening and the hubby picked them up and threw them back in my closet. The next day I ran an errand during my lunch hour that included a stop for something in one of the swankier shops.
"Ma'am," the pretty young clerk asked, "Why are you wearing different shoes?"
I looked down at one much scuffed black, open toe, stacked heel versus one sling back, solid toe, blue narrow spike heel. That moment ranks right up with the "losing my swimsuit top" at the water slides for most embarrassing moment.
Granted, I had grabbed them in a dark room so as not to wake the hubby who was attempting sleep after fighting fire all night. That doesn't excuse the complete distraction from my appearance the rest of the morning. It was a head shaker.
Do you ever find yourself picking up other people's mugs and taking a sip, or putting their keys in your purse, or grabbing a pair of glasses and wondering why your eyes are so blurry?
Occasionally the hubby tries to put on a pair of my jeans. Wish I could wear his.
I believe my brain is too busy for the mundane things like making sure I put make-up on both eyes.
That is my story and I'm sticking to it.
No one mentioned it to me. The next day when I chided one of the younger women about not speaking up she said, "Honestly, I didn't notice it."
This comes on top of my disappointment at the ocean. We were preparing for a walk up the beach, so I opened my suitcase and removed the plastic bag carrying my heavier shoes. One shoe went on my left foot before I realized the second shoe was from a different pair. I would have shrugged that off and worn it, except it was also for my left foot. Trish and I sat on the floor and laughed tears.
I would blame it on my age, but I did things like this when I was younger.
In my mid thirties and my youngest was still playing dress up, I gave her my older high heels for fun. She must have left them out one evening and the hubby picked them up and threw them back in my closet. The next day I ran an errand during my lunch hour that included a stop for something in one of the swankier shops.
"Ma'am," the pretty young clerk asked, "Why are you wearing different shoes?"
I looked down at one much scuffed black, open toe, stacked heel versus one sling back, solid toe, blue narrow spike heel. That moment ranks right up with the "losing my swimsuit top" at the water slides for most embarrassing moment.
Granted, I had grabbed them in a dark room so as not to wake the hubby who was attempting sleep after fighting fire all night. That doesn't excuse the complete distraction from my appearance the rest of the morning. It was a head shaker.
Do you ever find yourself picking up other people's mugs and taking a sip, or putting their keys in your purse, or grabbing a pair of glasses and wondering why your eyes are so blurry?
Occasionally the hubby tries to put on a pair of my jeans. Wish I could wear his.
I believe my brain is too busy for the mundane things like making sure I put make-up on both eyes.
That is my story and I'm sticking to it.
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A couple of times a week, I'll put my glasses on not realizing that I haven't taken my contact lenses out yet - makes me feel like my eyeballs are riding on the tip of my nose. Sometimes I'll put in only one earring. And just this week, my DH asked me to get him some crackers while I was downstairs - I came back upstairs and handed him a JUICE CUP! It took an entire minute before the light bulb appeared above my head (*bling!*).
And I can't tell you how many times in a day that I will walk into a room and completely forget why on earth I was going there! That one drives me insane.
I could give you 100 more examples...but I'll shut up now.
Second, I would share a story, but the last time you posted on this and I commented and shared a story and I was SO very sleep deprived 'cause Bethany was still so very tiny and waking up a lot...you made fun of me 'cause I had an attack of "I can't spell today, either."
And you posted it the next day.
So this time, I'll just tell you how much I feel your pain.
Better?
Coffey= sometimes honey just means bee vomit.
Susan = like the time the hubby got up for ice cream. I said I want ice cream...but let me write down that I want nuts and fudge because you won't remember. He said - you gotta be kidding me if you think I would forget nuts and fudge. So 30 minutes later he comes back with scrambled eggs and bacon. I say SEE, I told you you'd forget the toast.
Stephanie= oh, I can't remember that... see how bad I am. Certainly I wouldn't make fun of you - or you might not let me come babysit that little sweet tart with the hypnotizing eyes!!! (too bad you live so far away)
I was 17. Age has nothing to do with it.
:)
Carol: There is truth to rumor that artistic people are eccentric
Blondeblogger: you'll forget you are blonde.
Susie: or inside out. done that, too
that's so something I would do and have done such similar things!
take care and happy Saturday!!
I looked at this item and knew I should easily know what it is called but after 2 minutes of trying gave up! It was a clothing hanger. I worried about my friend a doctor who went back to work 6 weeks after giving birth. I wondered if she would look at her stethescope and say, "what is this thingy called again?"
The thing I hate the most is having something in my hand that I really need then losing 2 minutes later. I end up putting it down while attempting to multi task, then I make more of a mess trying to find it.
Thank you very much for visiting my blog!And your german words are very good!Unfortunately is my english not so good!
Have a nice day!
Steffi
its not OLD AGE. Im almost 38 (I feel old oday tho) and I always do silly stuff like that......
but not quite as noticable as 2 different shoes ;)
its not OLD AGE. Im almost 38 (I feel old oday tho) and I always do silly stuff like that......
but not quite as noticable as 2 different shoes ;)
I've not only picked up someone else's keys, I've tried to unlock someone else's car with my own keys. LOL
they were the same color, but not even the same make.