If I told you every time I had a brain fart we'd be up to at least 14 by now. Here's the latest. Tom is leaving Monday for a shoot in Amsterdam(lucky dog!) & he asked what I'd like him to bring back for me. A friend told me about a gorgeous sundress she saw on a lady here in NYC. The lady got the dress in Amsterdam at weekly crafts fair, so I asked him to bring me back something like that. A garment that's artsy & funky & unavailable to me here in the city. So he said, "How about a pair of hand painted, wooden, Dutch girl shoes?" And I looked at him & with much attitude said,"Those wooden shoes are from Holland, not Amsterdam. DUH!!!! It's as if my brain turns off for a split second from time to time. Is there any cure???
I feel your pain. I was having a conversation today where I needed to access the plural of praying mantis (kind of makes you wonder what I could have been talking about doesn't it?) and I called them praying manatees. somehow I don't think that was correct.
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At 11:44 PM, Jenn said...
I feel your pain. I was having a conversation today where I needed to access the plural of praying mantis (kind of makes you wonder what I could have been talking about doesn't it?) and I called them praying manatees. somehow I don't think that was correct.
At 1:41 PM, Marilyn said...
The only thing that would make this post even better is if he really does bring you some Dutch shoes. :)
At 1:58 AM, Dawn Falcone said...
Jenn-You must tell me what you were talking about.
Marilyn-I will laugh so hard if i get those wooden shoes. It would be priceless.
At 11:40 PM, Candace said...
My hubster says I never used to say things like that before I became a blonde. How did I become a blonde? Oh, it was a miracle...
At 8:13 AM, Bluegrass Mama said...
Michele sent me! (I needed to say that first, before I forgot).
Because I have those all the time. My husband recently asked me if our cat is 4 years old. "No!" I insisted. "She'll be five in May."
Speaking of "duh."
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