I once decided to wash the dishes I was cooking with before eating. I then decided to take a shower. When I got back, my dinner was gone. I’d forgot to put it in the oven; I placed it in the refrig just to get it out of the way as I was cleaning the counter :rolleyes: .
Because of the amount of cat hair I invariably end up wearing, I often leave getting dressed to the absolute last minute before I leave the house.
Luckily, the one time I found myself outside in my underwear, I did have the foresight to have grabbed my purse before i left.
I have locked myself out of the house too many times to remember. Thank God for roommates!
I was making chocolate chip cookies once, using a recipe that called for 1/2 cup of butter. I got confused and thought that each stick of butter was equal to 1/4 cup (it’s actually 1/2 cup, 1/4 pound) so I used two sticks. The cookies just sort of melted into each other and formed a gooey mess, but at least it was a tasty gooey mess!
Back when I was married, I once got out of the shower and reached for my glasses. Not on their designated shelf. Squinted around the bathroom (really, I need my glasses to find my glasses). No joy. Gave up trying to find them blindly until my wife came home. She found them in the linen closet, where I had left them after retrieving a clean towel.
Making bread for thanksgiving stuffing one time, I used tablespoons of salt instead of teaspoons. The bread machine dutifully churned away, and when I opened it up, there was a shrivelled, brick-like lump in the bottom of the machine. Utterly inedible.
When I was out to lunch with a co-worker, she ordered a Diet Coke and proceeded to dump a couple packets of sweetener into it. The concoction foamed impressively, and she was so embarrassed that she tried to just drink it instead of asking the waitress for a new one. She failed, and the waitress and I teased her mercilessly for the rest of the meal.
Just yesterday morning I put a spoonful of Folger’s instant into my baby’s bottle instead of the formula powder. I caught myself as it was going in and jerked my arm, spilling coffee all over the floor.
I suppose if I’d given Bella the bottle this story would have been far more interesting.
I got my own age wrong for months on end. My father came to visit, heard my say my age to someone and corrected me. And even then he had to do the calculation from my date of birth before I would be believe him. In the end I was quite pleased as I actually turned out to be a year younger than I thought.
On my bathroom counter is a bottle of boric acid solution that I use as an eyewash. It’s great for cleaning out eye crud in the morning. On the counter is also a bottle of hydrogen peroxide which is used an anticeptic for cuts and scrapes. They’re both in brown bottles. Yep, you guessed it. One sleepy morning I reached for the brown bottle and applied some of its contents to my eyes. YOWEEEE! Did that sting like the bejeesus! Putting hydrogen peroxide in your eyes is not a good thing. Those two brown bottles are nowhere near each other now.
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!!! Gaaaah! I’m going to be thinking about that all day.
I almost grabbed the ear cleanning solution (disolves hard chunks of earwax), instead of eyedrops, once. It still makes me cringe to think of it. It wasn’t absent mindedness, the bottles looked exactly alike. Now, the ear solution is kept on the top shelf of the linen closet instead of the medicine cabinet.
I drink quite a lot of tea, but only got a proper stovetop kettle with a whistle about a year ago. Before that , ijust used to boil my water in a saucepan. On two occasions i boiled the pan dry and left a big black mark on the bottom. Both times, i forgot about the water because i was posting on this message board.
One evening i put a Trader Joe’s apple pie in the oven to warm. Went out and came home four hours later to a house filled with the smell of apple pie. I had left the oven on, and while the temperature wasn’t high enough to porperly burn the pie, it did turn it into a dried out husk.
Just the other day i was making a chickpea salad. I peeled and diced a couple of cucumbers to go into the salad, and then turned and very carefully scraped them into the garbage bin instead of into the salad bowl.
I went to the little store on the corner, and bought cabbage instead of lettuce to make a green salad with.
Then, I put the potatoes in the oven, prepared the rest of the meal, and once ready to serve, realized the oven wasn’t on.
My father was making a batch of strawberry jelly last month and accidentally added cake mix instead of pectin to the fruit. (In his defense they were both in unlabeled bags.) When he realized what he had done, he just added some more and made muffins instead of jelly.
:dubious: Y’all are just some ate up people.
It was when I took a swig from the paintbrush washcup instead of the coffee cup that I stopped bringing coffee into art class.
I think I can relate to almost all of these. {Heavy sigh}
I remember getting out of my car, putting my keys in my jacket pocket, taking off my jacket, slinging it into the car, and slamming the locked car door shut. A :smack: moment if ever there was one. After that, I keep my keys IN MY HAND until I shut the car door now.
This morning, I very carefully collected all my stuff, down to the two Netflix return envelopes, and beat it to the elevator. Then… “Why can’t I hear the whir?”
I’d forgotten my hearing aid. Fortunately I had just enough time to run back and get it.
Then again, on the subject of food disasters, there was the time I mistook a bottle of garlic extract for vanilla extract when I was making butter cookies. Some twenty-odd years later, I can still taste the horror.
A few months ago, I put coffee in the Farberware pot and forgot to put the water in. Then I plugged it in.
Oh lord, the odor of burnt coffee and smoke. Yeesh, what a memory.
My dad once poured salad dressing on his spaghetti. (“Well, I goofed up!” he said indignantly.)
Once, I was running late for work because I couldn’t find my steel-toed boots in the morning. I looked all over the house, Under the bed. Outside the door. Everywhere. Eventually, I knew I had to leave and resigned myself to wearing regular shoes, which would mean that I wouldn’t be able to work in a significant portion of the building, and would get flack. On the way out the door, I grabbed my pack-lunch out of the fridge…
…and of course my boots were in there. I’d put them away with the groceries.
Another time I was doing all that personal hygiene stuff that people do. I’d showered, shaved, brushed the teeth, all that. Then I took a Q-Tip out of the box, inserted it into my nostril, and looked into the mirror for a couple of beats while I tried to work out what was not quite right.
Ouch…that brings back memories.
Back when I was wearing monthly contact lenses (I now praise the joy that is daily contact lenses), the drill was to take my lenses out, put them in a hydrogen peroxide solution to clean for an hour or so and then put them in a neutralising solution ready for the morning.
You can already see where this is going can’t you…
Slightly bleary eyed and very early in the morning (I can’t remember what time I was up, but it was EARLY and I am normally a morning person so this really was early), I wandered into the bathroom, wrestled a contact lense free from the container and proceeded to plonk it in my eye.
Still being at university my housemates were treated to an early morning howl of the banshee followed by a lot of creative swearing. Putting a contact lens soaked in hydrogen peroxide solution in your eye really isn’t comfortable. The worse thing was that I couldn’t open my eye to get the lens out for about five minutes (me trying to open my eye to get the lens out and eye going “no, this hurts too much, I’m staying closed”). After finally prying my eye open to remove the hated hydrogen peroxide coated contact lens I decided that today would be a glasses day afterall. I did get quite a few odd looks that morning though, someone who has one normal looking eye and one that’s bright red whilst they are muttering under their breath about contact lenses does tend to attract attention.
On the positive side though…daily contact lenses…fantastic things!
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Are all of these “incidents” the proverbial “senior moments.”
I ask because I recently found a hair on my head that disturbed me.
It wasn’t gray! Gods no. I’m not, like, “old” or anything. :rolleyes:
But lets just say that it was a sufficiently different “light” color that I noticed it in my darkish blond hair. And yanked it out.
So, am I now to look forward to burnt, cheesy coffee, cold potatoes, cold boots (thanks for that one, Larry), cabbage salad, throwing away perfectly good food, eyedrops in my ears, eardrops in my eyes, caffeinated babies, and a whole plethora of annoying-yet-vaguely-amusing (to others, at least) incidents?