I'm a Touch Annoyed With Myself Lately

You know what annoys me?

After visiting with friends and playing volleyball for over an hour, going to the bathroom and finding that I have a (what seems like) 5 inch hair sticking straight out from my chin.  And I don't have an emergency pair of tweezers in my sweat pants pocket.

Is it a Miracle-gro hair or did I really miss that hair every single day for two weeks in my "find the rogue hair growth" morning routine?

And how many people saw it but chose not to tell me?

You know what else annoys me?

When a person points to someone and says, "Who is that?" and I know the person at whom she is pointing, but I cannot for the life of me remember her name.  No joke, this just happened last week.  I knew that her name had the letter C and she has three daughters. The girls are in college, 8th grade, and 6th grade.  She has a company that does voice-overs for ads and such.  Her husband is an administrator at a local high school.  She was good friends with a good friend of mine.  I know every daggum thing about her except her ever-lovin' name.

Until 30 minutes later.

Out of nowhere, in the middle of a basketball game, it comes to me.

Do I simply bank that info for a later time when I can tell the original person who asked?

Of course not.

I pull a Turrets move and just yell out "Smith!"  (Smith is not her real last name, but it would be pretty rude of me to use her last name on the blog when I don't even use mine.)

Everyone within a 5 foot radius turns to look at me, and I have to sheepishly smile and say, "I remembered her name.  Someone asked who she was.  I finally remembered.  So sorry.  Look!  A fast break!"

Perhaps you'll notice that I said her name had a C in it.  "Smith" does not have a C in it.  (Neither does her real last name.)

So I sit, dumbfounded that my brain led me so far astray to let me be so sure that there was a C in the name.

Until 30 minutes later.

When I once again blurt out the answer that has been riiiiiiight there, but unreachable all night.  "Cathy!"  (Cathy is not the real first name.  You know the drill by now.)

People look.  People don't even ask.  They know I've lost my mind, so they simply turn back to what they were doing.

Cathy is not her name.  It is her daughter's name. 

But once I get the Cathy part, the floodgates open and I remember.

Finally, I remember her name.

But by then, my friend who originally asked me, "Who is that?" has moved on.

She has moved on to a conversation with someone who can actually have a conversation in less than an hour and with less commotion. 

Yeah, that really annoys me.

You know what else annoys me?

When the UPS guy drops off my new rug for the kitchen, and as he hands it to me, he starts to say something. 

Do I wait for him to actually finish his thought before I respond?

Of course not.

My brain assumes he's going to say "Have a nice weekend."

But then he doesn't say, "Have a nice weekend."  He says, "Hope you enjoy the rug."

Unfortunately, my brain isn't as fast as my mouth, so I respond to the first, assumed question and say, "You, too!"

Then there's that awkward moment where we both realize I wasn't really listening when he spoke. 

And he most certainly won't be enjoying the rug.

Hate it when that happens.

Please tell me something that you do that annoys you.

Or tell me something that I do that annoys you.

Either way. 

Have a lovely day!