posted on September 26, 2000 04:06:24 AM new
About three long hours ago, for no good reason at all, I decided to take the liitle ball out of my mouse.
Sure enough I dropped it. Couldn't find it! I've spent most of the evening on my knees looking for it. Pulled the furniture out, emptied boxes, accused the dog of hiding it, hit my head on the underside of the desk. You name it, I've done it.
It's just been found. It was hiding in the cuff of my trousers all the time!
Now is that just plain dopey or what?
Please tell me I'm not the favourite candidate for twit of the day!
posted on September 26, 2000 09:34:18 PM new
Quite a few years ago, while writing a letter, I got up to do something, and when I returned to finish the letter, couldn't find my pen.....looked in EVERY room in the house, even rooms I knew I didn't go into. Instead of just getting another pen, I was determined to find the one I was using!!! About 2 hours later (what was I thinking? I was on a mission at that point) I had to go to the bathroom. When I walked past the mirror, something caught my eye - lo an behold - the pen was in my frickin' mouth!!!!! Yup, right there, clenched between my teeth, pretty as you please........DUH!!!!!
posted on September 26, 2000 09:43:47 PM newShellsputer LOL - I can't count the # of times I've searched for something that was right there in my hands - it's that same "O.K. Now I've really lost my mind feeling I get when I walk into a room ten times trying to remember what I was there for, or when I stare into the refrigerator and try to remember what I was getting - oh, the stories I could tell.
I think my last absent minded goof that blew my mind was once a few months ago I was trying to get a package out under a deadline and I threw the brown paper wrap on my bed to cut it to size. I somehow ended up cutting a nice long slit into my bedspread. I'm thinking I shouldn't be given sharp scissors anymore...
posted on September 27, 2000 12:22:37 AM new
Oh good timing for this thread! How about I misjudged the width of my bathroom doorway (you know, the one I've walked through a zillion times) and caught the doorjam with my toe. Yup, I broke it. Neat as can be. Hubby happened to be in said bathroom at the time and we both heard it snap. *OUCH!*
This makes the 4th one I've broken. And I used to tease my mother for doing that! They say you grow up to be just like your mother...
~~MouseSlayer is not a cat =^..^= ~~
Yes, I'm MouseSlayer everywhere. It's a great name, so I use it!
posted on September 27, 2000 06:34:02 AM new
this is the case when I realized when I should go back to bed to sleep some more...
yawning and shuffling across the floor, I went to the kitchen to fix a cup of tea.
I took the cup, placed the teabag in it, and poured something into it....
...instead of hot water, I filled the cup completely with milk.
well... the cats appreciate my mistake
a couple of times I have found my shampoo bottles in the fridge and it turned out that I put them there!
I almost tried to eliminate the wasps with a can of spray paint inside the house!
posted on September 29, 2000 07:36:28 AM new
I stopped at my local convienience store for a fresh brewed cup of delicious coffe.
Poured the coofee no problem, went to the condiments counter, grabbed the sugar, and poured it directly in to the waste basket that's built into the counter.
would probably still be pouring it if the lady hadn't of yelled at me for wasting the sugar.
posted on September 29, 2000 08:22:20 AM new
Just to bug my husband, I took the battery out of his cell phone, and put the phone back in his car's cup holder. I'd told him I would get rid of his phone if he kept running up the minutes, but I wouldn't have, not really. We have a baby due in three weeks, so we needed it for emergencies.
Well, somehow, that same night, he lost the phone. I knew for a fact that he'd had it in his car, because I'd just put it back there!
We looked everywhere for the wretched thing, and I kept thinking it would turn up.
We never found the phone, but two days later, he found the battery, in my drawer. Now he suspects me every time something goes missing. I'm some kind of gremlin now.
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"What, Dear? Your belt is missing? Why would I have your belt?"
And he'll shoot back, "Maybe you didn't like the way I was using it! So you got rid of it...did you keep a trophy from that too?!"
posted on September 29, 2000 09:00:01 AM new
Ok, here's mine. A few years ago, I was chatting on the phone to a friend of mine. We were comiserating about how forgetful we were becoming as we got closer to middle age.
While I was talking to her, I was mixing up a tuna noodle casserole. Later, as we were sitting down to eat, I mentioned that the casserole didn't seem "quite right". Well, I had forgotten to put the tuna in. (my family actually thought this was an improvement, since I am the only one who appreciates tuna fish)
Needless to say, I don't talk on the phone and fix dinner anymore. There are days when my "cotton brain" acts up, that I refuse to use the stove at all. Hubby just nods and gives me a hug.
