I chose six things,
because six is my favorite number….
And because that’s
all I had…
#6: Shoes being
untied
I have always felt that when you reach a certain age (over
18 years old), you look like an idiot being fully dressed, out and about, and
you’re squatting down to tie your shoes. I always feel like people are looking
at you thinking, “You didn’t tie your shoes the right way when you left the
house you ADULT?” It burns me up when
this happens to me because you know what- I DIDN’T tie them right before I left
the house…
#5: One spoon left in
the dishwater after you have dumped the water out
One question: Am I
really going to fill the dishwater pail up again and wash this one spoon?
I will let you answer
for yourself, but technically it WAS
soaking the whole time….
#4: Sneezing while
driving…and only one piece of tissue
I KEEPS* my McDonald’s napkins! I have a full stash in my
glove compartment. But I am convinced that the Government KNOWS that I am going
to sneeze two weeks later, so they send FBI agents to come and steal my tissue
in the darkness of night, leaving a single piece. Am I the only one that
prefers more than one piece of tissue at the scene of a sneeze? I think not.
*To say “keeps” vs. “keep”
emphasizes how serious I am…i.e., "I keep it real!" vs, "I keeps it real!” (See what I did there?)
#3: Locking yourself
out of your car or house
Doesn’t your body temperature change in that last second as
the front door and car door slam shut, and your brain reminds you that your
keys are still on the kitchen counter, in your other purse (ladies), or still
in the ignition? Do you want to slap yourself even more when this happens to be
the day you REALLY needed to reach your destination ON TIME? Blasphemy.
#2: Stubbing that toe
I believe there is an evil spirit out to break my left pinky
toe off of my body. To have stubbed my toe so many times in this lifetime, it
should really be against the law. To all the kitchen counter corners, coffee
table legs, and occasional kid high chairs…I rebuke you!
#1: Dropping your
cell phone face down…and the cap of the juice
There’s an octave that I can ONLY reach when this happens.
It seems like it is in slow motion, but it happens so fast. And somehow, I
manage to get a prayer in, asking God for forgiveness of my sins and reminding
him about the fee I will have to pay if my phone is broken, or how I haven’t
swept the floor so a piece of hair might get into the cap of the juice. I love my phone…can’t breathe when it is gone…but
I must say, the cap of the juice would be saved first if I could only save one…
Feel free to add your
own!