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I am too stupid to live.

I know this isn't news to a lot of people, but still, it had to be said.

Today I had to run to the bank and the video store to cash a check from my publisher and rent that new Wallace and Grommet (Grommit?) movie. Hubby called and said I was to do this, so I did.

But first I had to change. You see I was wearing this really ratty tangerine colored t-shirt that I use for schlepping around the house and doing chores. So I shucked the shirt and grabbed another t-shirt. A clean one this time. The weather was actually sunny out so I opted to not wear a jacket.

I went into the store (where the bank is located) and had my check cashed by an overly-cheerful bank teller. I stopped at the deli and got myself a piece of chicken and a drink, paid for my stuff and went back out to the parking lot.

As I sat in my vehicle, my cell phone rang. I looked down, because I keep my cell phone in my bra. (Yeah, yeah, I know). While looking down to retrieve my phone I discovered that my shirt was on inside out.

I'd walked through the parking lot, the store, the bank and the parking lot again with my shirt on inside out.

So, since I still had an errand to run, I pulled behind the store, took my shirt off and turned it the right way and put it back on. Thankfully nobody drove past me while I was preforming this delicate manuever.

I am too stupid to live. Obviously.

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  1. Anonymous8:07 AM

    Cell phone in your bra? At least I will never ask to borrow your phone!

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  2. All right 'anonymous'. I know who you are buddy. Don't make me come out to CT and hurt you! :grin: Oh, and btw, I shall be revoking your right to post comments without your name attached. Meanie.

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