Hey there, awesome readers!
I consider myself an intelligent person. Maybe not as intelligent as my parents and definitely not as smart as some of the engineers I work with, but I get by. And then every once in a while something comes out of my mouth that makes me wonder where the rest of my brain is.
Like last week when my mother, daughter and three-year-old grandson were over for dinner. It was the end of the evening and the four of us were standing at my front door, saying our good-byes as they put on their jackets.
I had just straightened up after helping my grandson with his boots when my daughter said, “his boots are on the wrong feet.”
“Both of them?” I asked.
“Um. No. Just ONE of them,” she said mockingly.
“What? I can’t see,” I said defensively. “The light bulb is burnt out.”
Of course, I meant the light bulb in my entrance. It wasn’t until my daughter said, “yeah, the light bulb in YOUR HEAD,” that I realized my math wasn’t working. Again.