DUH

Okay, you know how sometimes people tell you stories of showing up to events a week later or a day early and you think "good god, what kind of moron does that?"? In fact my sister-in-law even showed up to our place for a potluck picnic one day early once. But me, I have my social calendar in my head, my alarms are finely tuned so that I never miss an event, being on time is a totally different kettle of fish (mental note, try to improperly use more lame cliches). So I did it! I have joined the commoners in their sad inability to manage their lives and I missed my friend's son's first birthday party. How crappy is that. I would have truly showed up the next day (when I thought the party was), but Mayson spiked a fever of unknown origin and so I called my friend to tell her we couldn't make it to the party and she politely informed that she was aware that we weren't going to make it since the party was YESTERDAY! HOLY CRAP, I don't do that, THAT doesn't happen to me. My pedestal has been tipped, I have come crashing down in a flubbering mound of shame. So, sorry Emmett. Speaking of Emmett, there were only three born in Alberta last year and I know 2 of them. I think that is sort of sci-fi weirdo coincidental in a freaky six degrees from Kevin Bacon sort of way don't you? Another embarassing thing, sort of like showing up a day late, I don't know my sister's last name. I wanted to look her up on Facebook but I couldn't because I don't know her last name. She married a guy in Morocco that I had never met (he is here now since March) and yeah, I just think that it would be weird to ask your sister what her last name is so I haven't. Okay, this is going nowhere so I'll wrap it up for tonight. Three nights in row, I really think I am overextending my creative side cause this is just a trickle of those creative juices if you know what I am saying.