I was reading the latest from Crazy Aunt Purl (whose page I found the other day while reading something Willa wrote) and came across the following:
Oh! Man! That reminds me of this really awful thing that happened yesterday. Tragedy. I actually woke up in the morning and thought it was Friday. And I was SO HAPPY. Friday! The one that ends the week and brings the wine and makes me comatose, all curled up with an ice cream sandwich and four episodes of CSI Miami Tivo'd up by my boyfriend, whose name conveniently enough is TIVO.
That cracked me up. First because I had something similar (perhaps even worse...to my mind) happen to me on Tuesday. I woke up and thought it was Saturday! On a Tuesday! On the second day of the work week, I thought it was already Saturday. Oh, the heartbreak when I realized it was only Tuesday. Ugh. Well, maybe it's not worse. I only had a brief moment of happiness before realizing that it was not Saturday. Laurie (aka Crazy Aunt Purl) did not realize it was not Friday until someone at work informed her of the situation. So, I really dunno which is worse. Thinking it's Saturday on a Tuesday (but only for a fleeting moment) or thinking it's Friday on a Thursday (for hours before being set straight by some unfeeling co-worker)? What a conundrum.
And, the other reason I cracked up was the realization that we have the same boyfriend. Hmmm. Maybe I should not have been laughing about that. Oh, well.
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While we're here and talking about what an airhead I can be, I'll relate a little something I did the other day at work. I went to the bathroom and was so completely distracted that I apparently forgot how to wash my hands. I turned the water on, got my hands wet, turned the water off, grabbed some soap and lathered up, and then realized I'd turned the water off. So, I had to get soap all over the fixture handles in order to properly finish what I'd started. Sigh...
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