1-Dec-2006

Me:  Hello.

DD:  Yes?

Me:  Guess who's retarded?

DD:  Um, you? 

Me:  Now, see, this game isn't any fun when you guess correctly right off the bat.

***Said conversation took place circa 9 PM last night, when I realized, in a panic, that my rent check, which I'd written earlier in the day, torn out, but kept stashed in my checkbook, was gone.  So I ditched my laundry, Chinese food, and JUST FRIENDS with the DD to dash back to the office.  Where I did not find said check.  I was just about to phone up my bank when I thought, I'll look in my checkbook one more time.  And there it was.  Hiding behind the first blank check.  This event supports my mother's theory (only recently disclosed to me, so I guess it worked) that, when I was growing up, she didn't need to hide my birthday presents.  She would instead keep most of them in plain sight.  This confession begged the question why she used to do this, and she replied, "Because you tended not to notice what was right in front of you.  You had other, more pressing matters on your mind."  Guess I've always had the world on my shoulders, instead of common sense.  Sigh...