I am a moron. I can’t even blame it on adoption brain because I wasn’t thinking about the adoption this morning (other than that low level hum that it always occupies in the back of my mind – I guess it is never completely off my mind).

It started first thing this morning. I promised to design a quick flyer for an event (I love how people who don’t know how to use Publisher or similar programs think it is like magic that I can do these things in 20 minutes). I finish it quickly and print out the first draft for others to comment on. I forgot an important detail which I had in bold letters in my notes. On to draft #2. Again, pass it out to ½ a dozen co-workers for comments. Finally, 30 minutes later someone realizes that I completely forgot to put the date, time and location of the event. No one (including me) had even noticed. Duh.

Lunch time. I made chili yesterday for the football game. I put some of the leftovers in a small bowl to bring to work for lunch. I was hungry and really looking forward to some chili. I make some mighty fine chili if I do say so. I heat it up in the microwave and notice is smells odd. Not bad. Just not like chili. I open the container and see that I brought left over spaghetti sauce instead of chili. No noodles or meat – just sauce. I make mighty fine spaghetti sauce too but I wasn’t inclined to eat it with a spoon for lunch. So, I ate some yogurt and pouted.

After lunch, a co-worker and I went to a senior center to do a voter machine demonstration. We got new computerize machines and my office is helping the county demonstrate them. Some other moron set up the demonstration during their weekly bingo game. The little old ladies kept shushing us because we were distracting them from bingo. I made an example to an older African American man “If you were voting straight Democrat ticket but decide you don’t want to vote for Rendell, you can change that vote to Lynn Swann instead like this.” (Lynn Swann is a former football player and African American who is running for governor.) He started getting all pissy with me about that. I had no idea why he was agitated until my co-worker explained that he thought I suggested that he would vote for Lynn Swann just because he is African American. Never even crossed my mind. I assume that people will vote for Lynn Swann because he is a former Steeler.

I spent the morning being a moron and the afternoon making the elderly angry. I should have just stayed in bed.

Thank you all for the comments about my postal experience. The lovely Julie has offered a ride to our Ziplocs in the near future. Š