Daft things we do
I was telling a friend yesterday how I lost my keys (luckily only briefly) (left them on a shelf in a shop) while out shopping yesterday, and she said she has never lost her keys when out, but has accidentally put them in the freezer before now.Which reminded me that a couple of days ago I found I had left the cheese out on the counter but had put the knife in the fridge.
She said she'd once opened a tin of beans, thrown the beans in the bin and put the tin on the plate.
We're not both senile - she'd done the beans years ago. Once we had started swapping stories, we remembered things going back decades.
Don't laugh unless you have never walked halfway up the stairs, then realized you couldn't remember why ...
or find something in a place you can't possibly have put it, but there's no-one else to blame. If you have been daft, you've got lots of company out there
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Does seem to happen when I am distracted. You never did anything daft?
that's how I discovered Moving Raisins Bread. I left out a loaf of bread one night.. Hours later, I awoke, turned on the light, only to discover, the bread now had moving raisins on it. Great dessert idea.
I once thought using a hair dryer to dry my private area was a little daft, until I recently seen a commercial with a guy doing the same thing.
Does that count as daft?
Yes Legs...I am guilty of daft doings. :)
It's that moment when you realize you have done something so odd that you can't believe you did it and look round suspiciously for someone to blame
I am beginning to think she and I are the only actual numpties around
-later I found it back in the freezer...
I lost my glasses about 3 days ago. No CHANCE of finding them right now, the builders have turned my house upside down and I am living in the only 2 rooms which have not been disrupted (so far) and which are crammed with stuff I need for day-to-day existence. Luckily I have a back-up tinted pair, so what if I look very odd at night driving in sunglasses ...
Funny thing is that we almost always forget the distractions when the realisation of it is upon us.
I'm convinced its a form of Dissociative identity disorder.
Suppressed stupidity trolling our more intelligent self
So I must concluse that I am blogging with a bunch of..............silly people
BC, yup, you are keeping company with a few scatterbrains here. But the rest are geniuses so you're ok
Calm,
1to1 that's a different type I think
Rob - do you ever find out who's been adding items?
Map - maybe your inner self is tidy and wants them out of sight?
It can of course lead to nice surprises, like finding the fifty you thought you'd lost is in the bottom of the dog basket under the cushion
But not very often
I have often thought about going to Cork to be reborn and of course snogging that rock they have that brings good luck, Im worried that someone created a meme showing pygmies in Ireland, if true I cant go, I have a phobia about pygmies as I heard they killed General Custer.
On a different matter, How come they dont mention that Panetone is wrapped in paper?, I just had some with custard and it was chewy.
Or, or, someone at the bakery was having a daft day and is now wondering where the European Bond their uncle sent them for 50K euros has gone.
Bon appetit (oh and the bonds are transferable) (check whether any of it can be recovered from the cake)
We have no snakes, leprechauns, or pygmies in Ireland, unless you count the cute little pygmy shrew.
Druids, there probably are. Pagan ways don't disappear that easily or quickly.
The Blarney Stone gives you the gift of the gab, but Biff, you certainly don't need that. And Map seems to be developing it all by himself
The gift of the gab, moi? Well, I did tell you I was one sixteenth Irish. However I think the main trick is to be charming with it, not just a rattlepate, so I shall need to upgrade
Now then, You say no leprechauns live in Ireland, so many little doors all over the place and folklore etc, surely they didn't all emigrate across the pond to start pastrami and macaroni shops, or am I confused?....I really shouldnt comment on blogs after festive Honey Rums (I blame the mayoress for playing Max Bygraves and Sinatra at the local xmas fair)
Now about my arm ... you're using it, right? Otherwise I'd like it back, TBH.
No I dont have your arm, unless its got tattoos all over it.
I'll be in and out
Yes! Shiiiitt Happen..........