"Ma'am, did you know...?"

I keep watching my bank account to see if the check has been cashed for the Nashville show—obviously I can’t wait for the letter to come. I don’t know if I got in or not. I should get a letter any time. There are only 130 slots and it’s a national show, so I won’t be too disappointed if I get weeded out. I’d also have to work my fingers to the bone to ready for it.

In other news:

I did it again. I let my tags expire. I had good intentions, but while I was gone to a workshop, my husband moved my messes around and once something has been moved, it has been formally deleted out of my head. I can do lots of unique things that other people can’t do, but I cannot file or keep mundane tasks organized. It’s really quite odd. I think my husband just thinks I’m lazy. I’m telling you I did not get fitted with the “day-to-day tasks memory chip.” It was not added to the packing list and I didn’t get it.

So, today, at lunch I get to go renew my tags. What’s really embarrassing is that some guy behind me in the McDonald’s drive-through noticed it and yelled at me. “Ma’am! Did you know your tags are expired?” Ack! I said innocently, “Really? Thank you.” He nodded as if he had done his good deed for the day—helping a poor stupid girl who won’t even cook her breakfast on the weekends. Then I was stuck there until I got my pancakes. Ugh, another ugly room added to the House of Dunce. Bleh.

More later…