Well, I felt like a real genius today, when I reached into my purse to pull out the car keys and realized they were still on the kitchen counter. I felt even more brilliant as I ran around to all three doors and realized that like a good, safety-conscience citizen I had locked them all before leaving. I climbed back into the car and grimly pulled out the cell phone- at least I hadn't left THAT on the counter too!
It's always fun to make phone calls wherein you have to tell people about your embarrassing screw-ups and have them come and rescue you. If I had, say, sprained an ankle and was lying wanly on the driveway, I would have no problem calling Jim and letting him know of my damsel in distress status. I might even enjoy being rescued in this particular scenario. But I do not enjoy having to be rescued from my own stupidity.
I especially didn't enjoy that it was cold again outside, forcing Addy and I to sit in the car and wait for fifteen minutes, in only five of which Addy was pacified by the contents of her diaper bag.
In more positive news: the TV interview went fairly well, although as expected it was a little freaky to hear my own voice and observe my own little quirks. The way I kept folding and unfolding my hands drove me crazy- I looked so prim! The way I seemed to conclude every sentence with the very eloquent "and stuff." The way I completely fumbled the web address of our organization. But in all, it could have been much, much worse. Still, I have ruled out a career in broadcast journalism.