Yesterday as I was getting ready to leave for my Cub Scout meeting, I was buzzing around in my pre-leaving state of panic, trying to get everything squared away and all.
I look at the digital display over the hall light switch and promptly freak the Helen out.
For like a split second.
Then I had to tell Michael my thought process. Since I'm really this insane:
"69°!!! I'm going to be late!!"
Yes.
I kid you not.
Obviously, I'm very scared of being late. And I KNOW that the pack meeting starts at 7 P.M. And my brain, in that state of flurry, cannot determine the difference between a clock and a THERMOMETER.
*sigh*
I'm so ashamed sometimes.
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That's what I love and miss about you!
You can be all serious and then say something like that! But the best is that you see the humor in it and laugh about it!
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