Funny how even my own mind will due me in. I was lunching with Tim today when an fabulous acquaintance and my coworker friend walked into Great Harvest. Gushing about how great she is, I tell Tim, “Oh yeah, Jody’s really nice.” I have a little moment thinking about when I was quite tipsy with her and some lady friends from the office last year. I was quite silly that night…imagine ME dancing wildly on a very small dance floor --- ALONE --- at Liberty Spirits. I believe I threw in some of my signature pirouettes, and ‘I’m a superstar’ jumps like Mary Catherine sports from SNL. Yeah. Hard to envision, riiiiiight? Teehee. I suppose by now you all know how I roll, or at least dance foolishly.
Anyway, I got back to the office and confessed to my coworker friend how LOVERLY it was to see Miss Jody out on the town, and how it’d be great to talk with her again, etc etc. On and on. Oh, she’s just so great (yeah it’s getting embarrassing). When Ms. Coworker informs me, you know her name is JOSIE! um…. REALLY? OH THAT’S RIGHT! That was the first AUTOMATIC reason why I liked her! I LOVE the name Josie! I could not believe myself! Good thing Ms. Josie was a tad too involved in her conversation to come over and talk. Wouldn’t it have been so great to be all “HI JoDDDDDY! I LIKE YOU!, here’s my friend Tim, you know…”! Yeah! Phew! How could this happen? I do not forget these crucial details in life!
It reminds me of some of my other classic moments when I put something in the “smart place” so I won’t forget it. Of course…you know what happens. Where would THE smart place be? Why didn’t I write it down? Gabrielle, your treasure trove of lady clippings is in THE MOST LOGICAL spot. YOU put it there, don’t you REMEMMMMMBER? Guess not. Can I use this as a reasoning behind NEVER putting my things away? (please?) Once I put them away, I can never find them, therefore…
One of the last nights I really hung out in my beloved craft room, I was in DESPERATE (yeah I’m really playing up the ALL CAPS today, huh?) search for this ONE image. It was a picture of a lady --- quite provocative, quite insanely perfect and well…in the words of Jacob: Let’s just say it: hot. So I’m scouring every magazine I have. Where was this picture? What kind of magazine was it in? Would I have tossed it aside in some failed attempt at ‘weeding’ out the thumbed-through magazines? Would I have torn it out to memorialize it? Would I have been slightly scandalized by its perfection and decided to shred it in disgust? Why?, WHY?, WHHHHY?? I question myself, why wouldn’t I REMEMBER where I would keep such a fine fine image? I could have put it in the MOST logical spot so I would be able to access it at a moment’s notice. If only I could just reconnect these slightly fried synapses and get back to knowing where these smartspots are all located.
Until then, should I entirely butcher your name and lose your birth certificate even after you told me NOT TO LOSE IT EVER!, you’ll know why. Oh you, with all of your knowingness powers!
3 comments:
I know where that image is. It is with my scone pans, the title to my car, my thesis, and Bentley's medical history. They are safe, tucked away in that very smart place. No need to worry about them, they are keeping each other company.
thank goodness! i thought we had lost them all. hahhaha!
p.s. i may KNOW where the title to your car is...
Funny how even my own mind will due me in.
That really says it all dearest.
No seriously, this is the funniest post you've ever written. I LOVE that you nearly called out to "JODDDDDY!" You really capture the charm of being forgetful. Now, put it somewhere logical.
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