200!

Yes. It's true. 200 posts. Crime-in-ee! That's a lot. And I have pretty much been out of commission the month of July. (A broken camera AND computer don't make for very fun blogging. Sad, but true.)

Last week was full of the 397 blocks I had to cut for enrichment. A lovely garden wedding I did the flowers for, and many other busy days.

While I was rushing around one mid morning last week, I found myself at Wal Mart. I know. But one must do, what one must do. (I was looking for inexpensive embellishments for the block projects) My purse felt unusually heavy that day. But stress and the schedule of the day can do that to a girl.

As I was rifling through my purse, I happened upon the excess weight. It was my phone.

My home phone.

Yep. My big, white, full sized phone. It practically stuck out the the top of my bag. Have you ever done this? I mean technically it's called a "portable" phone. Right? I don't think they meant "five miles away" portable, though.

All I can figure was that I was on it, running out the door, and as I hung up threw it in my purse as I drove away. It's a little frightening, really. Isn't it? More than once I've put the Windex in the fridge. (just for a second though) But it makes me wonder what other crazy things I'm doing and don't even notice.

I can remember my mom doing silly things like this, as a teenager, and I thought she was nuts.

Guess what?

I think I'm nuts.