Update: Faithful reader Nichole C. reminded me that this is not the first painful interaction between my brain and my refrigerator. This happened about a year and a half ago as well. http://blogosophy.wordpress.com/2010/11/06/not-my-proudest-moment-by-far.
I feel like my life is divided into four categories: the things I need to do, the things I want to do, the things I want to do but it’s a little too time-consuming, and the things I want to do if I ever become athletic/talented/a best-selling author/famous for a YouTube video where I hilariously crash into a bride during a wedding.
Recently, I’ve tried to make a point to conquer some skills that I’ve always wanted to do, but always felt like was too time-consuming to really do. I’ve worked on making a good salsa recipe, I’ve learned how to fold a fitted sheet (ok, sort of learned, but still), and I made my own salad dressing tonight (delicious).
But for all of those mundane accomplishments (to you, not to me…I’m stoked), I am still that guy who spent forever today looking for his laundry detergent, only to discover that he had put it in the refrigerator next to the milk. The refrigerator…next to the milk. Somehow adding that it was next to the milk makes it sound even more pathetic.
The takeaway from this, as always, is I am hopeless.
