When I get stressed, I get stupid. Real stupid. I am by nature a not-stupid person. But once the old stress-o-meter gets pegged to 100%, I lose the ability to think straight. For example, during a particularly stressful episode a while back, I ran into my carport. With my car. The SAME carport that I have parked the SAME car in EVERY DAY for 10 years. My car didn't get bigger, the carport didn't move. Yet I? Ran the hell right into the pole, and good.
And while I don't get all stressed out very often, I do when I am traveling. And have I mentioned that I am LEAVING on WEDNESDAY for a trip to visit my DAD, who is DYING? Yeah, no stress there. Oh, and happy effing birthday to me as I turn 43, which is seriously OLDER THAN MIDDLE AGE because what are the chances of me living past, say, about 80? So, yeah, I'll admit that I am a bit stressed out this week.
Case in point: I made a great dinner tonight. Turkey breast, mashed potatoes, steamed asparagus and crescent rolls. And when it was time to take the crescent rolls out of the oven. I tore a paper towel off of the roll, folded it in half, opened the oven and attempted to remove the 375 degree pan WITH A FOLDED OVER PAPER TOWEL.
Wish me luck that I manage to brush my teeth and go to bed early tonight without doing bodily harm to myself or anyone else.