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October 26, 2006

Losing. My. Mind.

No really...

Yes, there is a lot going on. Yes, I am on a medicated hormone roller coaster to boot. No, I do not eat my leafy greens either.

Still, there is no excuse for this.

Today, as I was leaving the house, I naturally gathered the crucial leaving-the-house-items. I set them down though, on the counter, so as to prepare the most crucial item of all: the to-go mug of coffee. That done and in hand, I reached for the other two crucial items.

However, there were three items on the counter: my keys, a pair of scissors, and my cell phone.

I needed two of the three. Sesame Street stuff, right? Which two items belong? Which two do I need? (Or was that the Electric Company?)

Anyway, the first time I went out the door, I looked down, and was shocked to see myself holding my keys and a pair of scissors. Well, I got one right.

Take two.

The second time I checked prior to walking out the door. Thankfully. This time, I looked down, and was shocked to see that although I had set two items down, and picked two items up, I still had a problem. Yep, I almost locked myself out of the house holding my cell phone and the very same pair of scissors.

Third time's a charm?

The third time, I slowly picked up my keys, and then my cell phone, slowly, lest those damned scissors chase me to the door again!

I really shouldn't admit things like this, but I figure it may be prudent to publish fair warning. You know, so if I don't post in say...a month, you guys can check the places with the padded walls.

(On a positive note - sigh of relief - Priss and I have managed to keep our new baby puppy alive for well over a week. She has stolen our hearts and our flip-flops.)

posted by Key on 09:04 PM | Comments (4) | TrackBack (0)

Sounds like a few days I've had for sure. Glad to hear about how well the puppy is doing!

Posted by: Lisa W. at October 26, 2006 10:02 PM

... that crap happens to me all the time... get well soon!...

Posted by: Eric at October 27, 2006 03:34 PM

Don't run with those scissors.

Posted by: zonker at October 27, 2006 07:41 PM

I don't carry the scissors much, that weapon isn't prdent for me to handle, but I do forget many an alienated thing come a Monday. It sucks gettin' to work only to not be able to get to work because you left an "access card" somewhere on Friday night that you can't remember, and it ain't in the truck where it's supposed to be.

You find out 3 days later it come off it's string and fell down in the side flap of your truck door. Yes, I did feel like an idiot. I swear I crawled all under that truck, it's seats, turned up everything and went tazmanian devil on the homestead huntin' it.

I've locked the keys in the truck a time or to, but..., am becoming proficient at splttin' the splitter in the back for entry and so far, I ain't to fat to riggle through and pull the keys out.

I'm starting to think I need a safe deposit box built into the brick in front of the front door so I can deposit all things important upon entrance. And a coded lock(push button preferably) to gain access to the shack. Twistin' those safe dials on a porch with a burnt out light just might suck on some nights...

Hang in there and good luck with the pup. Love it and it'll love y'all back.

Mine hate me, and they shit on my bed when I'm not lookin'. And they wonder why I'm startin' to hate them back. I don't crap in their kennels... What are they thinkin'?

Stay strong girl...

Posted by: RedNeck at October 27, 2006 08:17 PM