A somewhat funny incident yesterday: after the Fathers Day ritual at Thesha's, we went up the street to help celebrate the birthday of Nikki Dee's best friend. As time went on, we could see that the kid was getting rather tired, so Cuppa suggested to me that we take her home and give her a bath and put her to bed. I was a bit surprised because we usually batten down the hatches before she arrives to run helter skelter all over the house creating all sorts of mayhem. But I was up for it if Cuppa was because we had recently mentioned that it was just about time for another sleepover.
As we ushered a somewhat reluctant and upset Nikki Dee (upset to be leaving the festivities) down the street, I cajoled her with the promise of a ride in the car. However, Cuppa was wondering what I was on about. You see, she had meant that we would be taking the kid to her home not our home. In the event Nikki Dee got a little ride, made all the more soothing by the playing of her Raffi CD. After the ride, we were back to where we began and she got to sleep in her own bed in her own house.
An even funnier recent incident: I was diligently looking for my pj's one night. They weren't in the usual spot, so I checked the other most likely places — to no avail. Somewhat perplexedly I repeated the cycle, for surely I had simply missed them. After a while, I happened to look down to notice that the colour of my T-shirt was what I normally wore for bed. Yup, I was already wearing my pj's. I had forgotten that I had already put them on. Scary eh?
Uh oh, sounds like a couple of senior moments to me.
ReplyDeleteSounds like me and my glasses. I enjoyed the stories on your blog this a.m. Hope you enjoyed your dad's day yesterday. Blessings
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Done the pyjama thing. I actually drove Dave to work once in my PJs---he thought I was just being efficient because I intended to go back to bed. Naturally, I let him think that.
ReplyDeleteand no, Dave was not in my PJs...that actually is a euphemism for flannel nightgown with stars on it.
ReplyDeleteI work with professors. This is exactly the sort of thing they would do. If I were you, I'd make no mention of a senior moment; you are clearly, simply an absent-minded professor.
ReplyDeleteEveryone has brain cramps, even the young. We just notice them more and worry when we are older. Your PJ one is quite funny.
ReplyDeleteI've run all around the house looking for my glasses...on top of my head...Gone to work in my houseshoes...Hahaa...you're normal!!hughugs
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