<p>I love the pants and shirt switching stories. Two years ago I actually discovered that my son had gone off to a local college admissions evening (his ED choice no less) in my khakis (He always dresses at the last minute and I thought they did look a little short…) Apparently he never noticed though (assume all dress up clothes are weird and uncomfortable) and it was only when I was looking for mine and found them in his dirty laundry that it was revealed…</p>
<p>My classic dumb story is the time, racing to get out of town on a trip, I put the library books into the mail box and only realized it when I was standing at the book drop with the checks to be mailed in my hand. When I called the post office they just laughed. Apparently happens quite often at the box on the library corner…</p>
<p>Also once found that I was thinking about calling a friend while warming a baby bottle and actually entered her phone number in the microwave. Fortunately, I realized it while standing at the phone and saved the bottle before I blew it up!</p>
<p>LOL, mmaah! These are absolutely hilarious! How comforting to know that I’m not the only one that’s absent-minded!
Tried calling a friend time and time again, to no avail. Her line was always busy. I figured it was because she has three teenagers at home. By about the sixth time, I realized I was dialing my own number.</p>
<p>no—I think you still “dial”…just like they still give gold, platinum awards for “record sales”, I think!</p>
<p>Every morning, I set my cell phone alarm to wake me up so that I can wake up D2, who is a junior. She’s gotten used to the noises of her alarms (I even got the alarm clock that shakes her bed, thanks to advice from CC’ers, but I think she dreams she’s in an earthquake). Anyway, I speed dial her and wake her up, and if I don’t hear her moving around, I have to do it a couple of times (She could sleep through a nuclear attack.) Occasionally, I have to drag my sorry butt and creaking knees up the stairs and get ugly.</p>
<p>Well, a few weeks ago, I accidentally hit speed dial #7, instead of #8, and woke up D1 in her dorm room. She’d had all of about 4 hours of sleep at that point, with the prospect of sleeping until her 12:00 class! Oopsie. I told her that if she were still in high school, she’d have to be getting up to go to school! She’s used to her mother doing stupid things…</p>
<p>Well, this morning, I must have hit speed dial #5 instead of #8, and called my mother’s cell phone (in central time zone at 5:00). I realized it and hung up, hoping that I’d hung up before it rang on her end. Well, sure enough, about 5 minutes later, Mom called me back, “Is everything OK? Are you sure everyone’s all right?” Always one to go into instant panic-mode, I’d scared her “to death,” she said. Oops. Guess I’d better either let D2 sleep and be late for school or crawl up the stairs from now on. (or put on my reading glasses before I speed-“dial”!!)</p>
<p>I almost brushed my teeth last night using my Tiger Baum tube. My mouth would be tingling all night.
I always have problem with remembering where I park my car, I walk for a long before I can locate mine, very frustating.</p>
<p>LURKness==
Your clothing transfer story reminds me of one here. H has put on a small bit of weight, not terrible, but his nice shirts don’t fit around his neck. So he gave away all he could to our two sons.
Then he went to visit his parents, which is an overnight experience. He stays in the bed he grew up in, awesome.
He brought the shirts he was still trying to unload everywhere, because he knew his older brother was also visiting that weekend. Older brother liked the shirts, and put them in his (guest) closet next to his wife’s clothing.</p>
<p>Sitting around in the living room, that brother sees his adolescent grandchild run in who looks like he could use some shirts, all the moreso. So he tells his grandson (our nephew) to go raid the closet before they all pack for home. </p>
<p>Our nephew came into the living room, embarrassed. He tried on a few of Uncle Mxx’s shirts but they were for women. Could it be that his uncle was one of those cross-dressers? I guess he was pulling out my SIL’s shirts to try on.</p>
<p>So yes, tell your kids at college they are fortunate we’re nowhere near their closets.</p>
<p>My H car was broken and hes borrowed my dads car to pick up his shirts from dry cleaning. H hang the shirts inside his car, locked the door and went to another store. He comes back to his car a few minutes later, unlocks the door the shirts have disappeared! He checks on the seat, on the floor, under the seat nothing! He stands near his car looking completely puzzled has somebody stolen his old shirts? Nice lady approaches him and asks, Are you, by any chance, looking for your shirts? Why, yes, he mutters. Well, she responds, you put them into MY car. Her car is completely different model, although similar silver color. How did my H manage to unlock her car door with his keys? They go to her car to check, and sure enough he can NOT open her car with his keys. She must have left her car unlocked. So, can I, please, have my shirts back? H asks. Actually, no, I dont have them any more “What???!!!” After discovering my H shirts in her car, she took them back to the dry cleaner. H had to run to the dry cleaner again to pick up the very same shirts that were handled to him by the very same person just a few minutes ago. Duh!</p>
<p>dumb thing I’ve done more than once–
Get in shower with intention of getting clean and washing hair. Get out, dry off, brush hair and let it dry. Realize that hair is still dirty. This is because I forgot to wash it.</p>
<p>I finally got smart, and now wash my hair as soon as I hop in the shower.</p>
<p>Try backing your car into the parking spot. It will stand out in a crowd, although you’ll still have to remember what level you parked on. But it helps, especially with the dreaded feeling of, “Now, what the heck does my rental car look like?” I also put some easy-to-identify piece of junk paper on the rental car dashboard.</p>
<p>Shaved legs with a disposable razor. Unfortunately, neglected to remove the safety cap. Not much of a shave. Didn’t notice until the day after I had gone to a multitude of doctors appointments. Ick, not sure how to apologize to them all for the poor hygiene…</p>
<p>Not only do I forget where I parked, but sometimes I forget WHICH CAR I drove!!! It’s hard to wander around a parking lot nonchalantly, trying not to look like you’ve lost your car. There have been times where I’ve been heading to my silver minivan to unload my cart, and since I’ve been diligent and made a point to remember where I parked, I’m convinced that THIS is the time my car was stolen…and then see D’s little Honda Civic parked there, waiting for me, right where I left it… Duh…</p>
<p>I lost my wallet for the first time in my life. I travel a fair amount on business so it’s very important to have my ID, etc. I believe I left it on the rental computer at the Anchorage airport. That was Thursday night i figured out it was missing. Called all the usuals and no bad charges yet. Problem was I have a Virginia DL and live in Seattle so how do I replace that key item. If I had a copy of it I could have gotten a new one from VA over the net. Never thought to do that and I don’t know the DL number of course.</p>
<p>I figured I’d just go and get a State of Washington ID so I could travel. Not so easy. Went when the opended at 8:30 sat morning and at least 40 people were already in line. First thing they want is picture ID and I have zilch. No passport, etc. Sent home to look for more support items. On my second trip to the DMV I mentioned I had a car registered in Washington. From that they could look up my old expired Washington DL and issue me a new one on the spot with no test, no current license, nothing. I happily walked out with a new valid WA license good for 5 years. What a great state.</p>
