Oops I Did It Again...

If I could just come to terms with the fact that I'm dumb then I'd be so much further ahead of the game--I'd also be a lot less surprised of my stoopidness, eh? However, I continue to amaze myself with all the silly things I do and so here is a re-cap of my latest forays into early dementia:

Exhibit A: I bought tickets to the movie on Fandango as I DO nearly every weekend. I even printed the confirmation page and put it in my purse. Then, I met my friend at the theater and pulled the paper out of my bag to get the tickets. Apparently, I didn't print the right one...for some reason I grabbed the one sheet w/o the confirmation number. No worries, I swiped my credit card and received the message, "There are no tickets saved with this card". I swiped again and received the same message. No worries...I pulled out my handy dandy phone with E-mail so I could get the confirmation number but there wasn't Wi-Fi at the theater so that didn't work. I finally reached the end of my frustration rope and bought two more tickets. As soon as I sat down in my seat I realized that Fandango has my debit card saved in its system NOT my credit card. So, basically I paid $35 to see a movie I had no desire to see. Oy!

Exhibit B: Just got a message from Netflix telling me that they were sending Brothers and Sisters, Season 2 disc 4. WHY, OH WHY can't I take five minutes to update Netflix so that they stop sending me stuff I have seen? Oy vey. I just made a promise to myself to update Netflix as soon as I finish this post.

Exhibit C: Needed a book. Was dying for a new book. Went to Borders looking for a book. Looked at The Glass Castle which many people have told me is fantastic but it looked a little too tragic for my current frame of mind so I left it on the shelf and picked up a Jodi Picoult. Apparently, My Sister's Keeper was NOT the first Jodi Picoult that I'd ever read. I read The Pact years ago and am now reading it again. Oh, and what's more depressing and/or tragic than a book about two teenagers who make a pact to kill themselves? Why didn't I listen to Kendra and the dozen other people who told me to buy the other book? I'm so sick and tired of re-buying the same books. Amen to my own Oy.

Exhibit D: It's impossible to "run into the office for five minutes" on my day off. Five minutes can and does so easily turn into two hours. No more. No more. No more!