Misplaced Milk
Ok, now, I know I'm getting to be of an age when it's ok to forget words now and again, and not remember what you were talking about--or even why you are standing in the room you deliberately set out for. But this is scary. This seems overboard. This makes me wonder about my brain.
After looking all over for the gallon milk jug that had about an inch or two more milk in it--I just filled the creamer with it, where could it be?--it was discovered, an hour or so later.
In the corner cabinet, second shelf, where the cream pitcher is stored. Of course. Silly me.
What will I think of next? Dish soap in the freezer?
After looking all over for the gallon milk jug that had about an inch or two more milk in it--I just filled the creamer with it, where could it be?--it was discovered, an hour or so later.
In the corner cabinet, second shelf, where the cream pitcher is stored. Of course. Silly me.
What will I think of next? Dish soap in the freezer?
posted by gail-pilgrimage at 11:04 PM
6 Comments:
you're crazy. look out. duck. she's coming after you next...to put you away...
I'm just glad to hear I'm not the only one who does stuff like this.
And who is this anonymous poster? He seems mean.
hey anonny nonny, do you always open every other post with "you're crazy?" Is that a salutation where you hail from, you crazy wonderful hunk of teasing?
Today at work I lost my 'cheat sheet,' aka my report sheet, ie. my daily compedium of crucial patient information.
I searched high and low for some time. I checked ALL of my pockets SEVERAL TIMES. Really.
Penny told me I should pray to St. Anthony, as she had taught me to on many similar occasions in the past: "Dear St. Anthony, please come around, something is lost and needs to be found."
I dithered over the pseudo-idolatry of this a bit, as usual, but like always, I said the rhyme sincerely, feeling somewhat embarassed to be playing let's pretend with God. But like somebody told me during my recent vacation, you should tell God jokes. And I needed that sheet back.
While thus appealing to grace I worked the law angle (Murphy's) by making up a new report sheet so that I wouldn't need to find the old one, so that when I therefore did find it, my efforts in compiling a new one would be rendered a vain toilsome chasing of the wind (if this doesn't make sense to you, see my forthcoming blog post, 'Making Murphy's Law Work for You.'
Penny said I shouldn't just sit there after praying, I had to go look again, what, did I expect St. Anthony to deliver the lost item to me personally? Nevertheless, I continued my metaphysical pursuit, having nowhere else to look, and check again, in the physical realm.
Ten minutes or so after finishing and neatly folding the new sheet into six pocket-sized sections, I reached in for it and brought them both out together. The old one and the new one.
I have no idea.
John,
You are hilarious. Thanks for sharing your lost and found story..
And as to the anonymous poster, he's a nice guy, despite the fact that he thinks I'm crazy (he truly is) and sometimes says mean things in jest.
I won't rat him out. He knows I'm a fan.
:)
hey this is anonny nonny. yes, it's true, i am crazy too...but gail is crazier.
Hey Gail, I was thinking, what WILL you think of next? Because you did think of that - milk jug in the creamer cupboard. Next time you might think of something really wonderfully out there. I say go with it. Go into the room to find OUT the scary reason why you're there. You ARE insane!
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