Sunday Evening's Unpleasant Little Revelations

Earlier this evening I needed to take our daughter to the library to pick up a book she needs for school this week. On the way out the door I grabbed my purse off a hook and reached up to the high shelf where I habitually place my keys and glasses and found...the wrong pair of glasses.

"Odd," I thought to myself, "I just had the good ones, where could they be?"

This was just a glancing thought, however; I put on the emergency back-up glasses and hustled my daughter out the door.

At the library we sought help from the librarian when we couldn't find the book. Turns out we'd mis-remembered the author's name. The librarian found it right away for us and I thought she was looking at me as if I were some kind of curiosity. Ditto the other librarian who checked my daughter out. She seemed amused somehow.

Out in the car I noticed I had a killer headache coming on, which I attributed to the headband in my hair, so I reached up to pull it off...and found my good glasses.

Yes, I have become the absent-minded old bag who doesn't know where the glasses on top of her head are.

And, yes, my daughter allowed me to parade around in public wearing two pairs of glasses and a headband simultaneously.

I'm nutty and my daughter dresses me funny.