The other day, my brother-in-law picked me up a Star Trek glass from Burger King. I don't really think he considered the ramifications of such an action.
At Sunday dinner, sis-in-law E started shouting the names of the Star Trek shows, and all their incarnations, to prove she deserved the glass.
Other sis-in-law E started planning trips to Burger Kings across the valley, saying I didn't deserve the glass, and to accept such a gift would be admitting I was a Trekkie.
I finally concluded we were all losers.
THING ABOUT ME #13
Wait, are we on 13 or 14?
Okay, thing about me number 15, continuing the longest 25 thingies about me tag.
15. I don't know if there's a word for it. What do you call someone who sees a toddler in the middle of the street, no adult around, and thinks everything's probably fine with that picture. Because if there was a problem, someone somewhere would surely grab the toddler out of harm's way. I'm hungry. What's for lunch? Why does my ear itch?
That's the affliction I have.
So the other day I was helping my sister move. Just me and her. We were in the middle of packing the moving truck when she had to leave suddenly to go to her new house and pay the blind guy. (Guy who installs blinds. Not sight-challenged guy.)
My sister leaves, and I'm in the front yard alone.
Her next door neighbor comes over, says hi to me, how's it goin', that sort of stuff.
Then she goes inside the house to find my sister.
And I just watch her go inside. She's calling to my sister. Wandering about, looking for her.
And I go back to packing.
After a while, the neighbor comes out. She says, "Do you know where Erin is?"
me: "Um, yeah. She's not here. She left a little while ago."
She looks at me for a moment. It finally hits me.
me: "Which, I guess I should have mentioned before you went wandering through the house, calling for her."
I have a friend -- Friend A , a.k.a. Aunt S -- who laughs about this sort of attribute of mine. She discovered it when she said to me one day, "I'm so glad we were able to get over that whole Eden fiasco."
me: "Um, what Eden fiasco?"
A: "You know, when we had that disastrous weekend with our two families in Eden, and you left in a huff because you were all mad about something?"
me: "I remember the weekend, but I had fun."
A: "No, you didn't. I only saw the exhaust pipe as you and Sam peeled out of the parking lot."
me: "That's not how I remember it..."
A: "Then how do you account for the fact that we didn't speak to each other for over four months?"
me (shocked): "We didn't speak for four months?"
A: "Even my husband [who is arguably the nicest man on the face of the planet] said you must have hated me."
me: "Wow. I'm sorry."
A: "Why are you sorry? You didn't even know we were in a fight."
me: "Um, so are we done fighting now?"
me: "Good. I'm glad we resolved the issue."
I wish this was just an isolated incident, but it's not. Friend R says I'm like a man in this respect. I didn't really take it as a compliment.
So, what is the word for it? Inattentive? Clueless? Male?
Please, if any of you reading this are in a fight with me, leave a comment. Let me know the situation, and if I need to apologize.
And if we are not on speaking terms, then the comments section is the perfect place to start the healing process. But first, let me know we are not speaking.
Have a great Memorial Day Weekend. Are you going anywhere? I'm helping my sister lay sod and then I may see this cool new movie. See y'all Wednesday.
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