Being scatterbrained humbles intellectual conceit.
Posted by Rebecca Thu, 15 Nov 2007 03:57:00 GMT
Oh.My.Goodness.
I am my mother’s child.
Becky and I were leaving Julianna’s house tonight after prayer, and as we were walking down the driveway, I was digging through my over-stuffed purse looking for my keys. Never knowing where the hell my keys are when I leave someplace is a genetic disorder I inherited from my precious mom.
I found the keys just as I got to the end of the driveway and said out loud to Becky, who had stopped several feet back, “Now, where did I park?” As I posed this question, I lifted up my head and looked around on the side of the street and finally into the driveway, where my eyes stopped when they rested on my CR-V, which was right next to me. Inches away, even.
When I realized what I had done, I looked at Becky and asked “Did I really just do that?”
“Yes.”
And then we both busted out laughing.
