How can Raisin ask me the same question (“Where IS Applebee’s?” “Are we going home now?” “Is Apple sleeping?” “Mom, are you OK?”) 300 times in 15 minutes, and still be surprised at the answer?
How can I worry all day about not being able to remember the word “nettle,” when I obviously have better things I could be doing with my brain? (I finally came up with it while I was pulling a huge patch of the stupid things out of my garden. Ouch.)
How does George Bush not see that he maybe doesn’t have the best judgment in friends/appointees? You’re doing a heckuva job, Mr. President.
There were more, but now I can’t remember any of them. Sigh.