So I mentioned that my brain was going on vacation. Afterward, I got some comments that lead me to believe I may not have been very clear. I did not go on vacation. Just my brain. The rest of me is still here, sweeping up mashed Ritz crackers and picking chartreuse play-doh out of the carpet.
I also thought I might offer some proof as to the complete absence of my brain during the last day and a half.
Article 1 for your consideration: I drove to downtown-ish Salt Lake for my dance lesson. About 1/3 of the way there, traffic got a little thick. So I jumped in the car pool lane and proceeded to drive there for the next 25 minutes, uninhibited by the lesser mortals in the regular lanes. Unfortunately, I realized only as I was getting out of the carpool lane to exit the freeway that I was alone in the car. In the Mini Cooper, a car which you couldn't hide a second passenger in if you only carried midgets. What was I thinking??? I tell you what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking. MY BRAIN IS IN CANCUN, people. So....do you think a cop would have let me off if I tried to explain about my brain being on vacation?
Article 2: After dance class, I drove home (in the far right lane the whole way, trying to appease karma and the moving violation gods), watched some TV with Big Daddy, and got ready for bed. I looked around for my keys so I could lock my car, but I couldn't find them. I was too tired to do a thorough look, so I just used the remote on my spare to lock the car. The next day, after doing some yard work, I found my keys. Here....
Yes, that is the exterior of the front door. And yes, I left them there all night and most of the next day.
I sure hope my brain is getting a nice tan while my life goes to hell here.