The Dumbening (Part Deux)

So the trend appears to be getting worse. If you had anything of worth to say to me, you might want to say it soon, as I believe I’m not too far from sitting all day slack-jawed in a rocking chair, mumbling incoherently about how my grandchildren never visit while drooling over myself… or searching for that illusive quarter hidden in the corner of a round room. All this to say that I am continuing to become more and more stupid each day, and I can’t seem to stop it. More examples for you:

While driving to work a little while ago, I snapped out of a trance to realize I had taken the wrong highway, and was headed far out of my way. In an effort to correct the problem, I took the next exit, and headed towards where I thought I should be going. Long story short: I ended up stuck in a subdivision repeatedly turning around in culdisacs. Eventually I made it back to my house, and started over again.

45 seconds in the microwave does not equal 4:45 in the microwave.

After church and dinner at the Veldhof’s yesterday, I was invited to play tennis with Lindsay, Josh, and David, along with a few of their friends. I got some clothes from Josh, but he had no shoes for me… So we headed over to David’s friend, Dan, who had a pair of 8’s I wear size 10, and at best, I can squeeze into a 9. So I tried these shoes on, and they were tight, but they went on, so I said they’d work just fine, and we went on our way. We started playing tennis, and being the competitive, frantic-running fool that I am, I did quite a bit of moving, and fast changing direction, etc.. As time went on, my left foot really started to hurt, especially the big toe. When we were all done, I changed, then headed home, and decided to figure out why my big toe was still throbbing.. I took off my sock to see that I had split my toe nail down the center vertically, and blood was everywhere. Not pleased. I decided I should probably take it easy on the foot the rest of the day, so instead, I helped Rachel move most of her stuff for the rest of the evening. By the end of the day, it hurt so bad I felt like I was going to throw up… so I just went to bed.

2 thoughts on “The Dumbening (Part Deux)

  1. Hey, Ron, it’s okay. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been doing that for a while. Such as driving wrong ways and spacing out in the middle of sentenced. See that is a prime example. It’s just a brain fart.

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