So yesterday I was frantically trying to finish up costumes for Goose and DynaGirl (because last night was our church’s annual trunk or treat), which necessitated a last minute run to the fabric store.  I had a list, but I still wandered back and forth across the store because I would remember that I needed something over there even though I was just over there with my list and the something staring me right in the face. 

Then I went to pay and I slid my credit card through the little credit card thingy upsidedown.  I had the magnetic strip between my fingers!  Luckily, I noticed before the cashier did, but just in case, I had to acknowledge out loud that I had done something stupid.  I didn’t want her to have seen me do it and then see me try to hurry and cover up that I had done it.  Better to just come out and say I’m a idiot.  Never mind the possibility that the whole thing would otherwise have gone unnoticed. 

And then I almost made it out the door without my bag of somethings that I had wandered back and forth across the store collecting and tried to pay for with the wrong end of my credit card.  I had to go back to the register and get my bag.  I hate it when you have to go back.  Although, going back is slightly less humiliating than someone chasing you out the door frantically yelling, “Mam!  Mam!  Your bag!”  while everyone in the tri-parking lot area turns and stares.  Not that I would know from personal experience or anything, but I can imagine.

Driving down the street on my way home, I suddenly realized I had missed my turn.  Four blocks ago.  I was in my own town, like five minutes from my house.

Somehow I managed to get home, finish the costumes and make it through the day without harming myself or others.  (Well, there was that whole temporarily losing track of BigHugs while walking Goose and DynaGirl home from school and finding her 30 seconds later walking 15 feet behind us sobbing and completely freaked out.  But that doesn’t really count, does it?) 

You have days like this, right?