Dumbass of the Day - Me

So, I said the other day I'd try to pick back up with "dumbass of the day" and it's sometimes hard to narrow that down, especially after spending the day watching the Supreme Court stuff, but I've been urged to pick myself today. This really isn't as funny as I think some people think it is, but I guess it'll give you a little insight into how it is I go through life, the type of person who manages to run over themselves not just once, but twice within a year. Because I'm sure you all wanted to know!

About two weeks ago, Kroger had a big sale on twelve-packs of Coke products. Being that I drink Diet Coke 24/7, I took advantage of said sale. Being that I am lazy, I brought in only as many of said twelve-packs as I could carry in one trip that day. The rest stayed in the trunk of my car until I ran out and then I'd bring them in, one by one. Well, today, I stepped out to get the last of the twelve-packs and as I'm walking back to the door, the box breaks and the thing hits the ground. Diet Coke was spewing in every which direction, so I found a few that weren't busted and left the rest of the pack sitting outside so it could do its thing and not make a mess of my house.

The day goes on, I do my work, eat my lunch, drink my last Diet Cokes and watch Sotomayor fumble about like a woman does when faced with tough questions and at some point, I get up to go look outside. I do this often throughout the day because 1) I get bored, just sitting here typing and 2) I like to see how many frogs are in the holes in the little cement steps that make up the little walkway at the side of my house. Well, instead of frogs or any other unsightly creatures, the first thing I notice when I look outside? A twelve-pack of Diet Coke sitting at my door. My first thought? "Wow, someone must have brought me some Diet Coke." Most of my family pretty much lives within a mile of me and my landlord is really nice like that. What a coincidence, I'm out of it!

It only takes me a few seconds more to realize that I'm the dumbass who left it sitting there and I'm still gonna be without Diet Coke tomorrow. So, yeah, that's how my brain works, people. One track mind? Out of sight, out of mind? I'm sure there's some saying for it.

P.S. Not gonna make a whole post about this but 140 laps before my knee starting acting like a pansy. Mixed in some backstroke today. Gonna try to do some weights beore bed!