So…, I’m the only one who has deoderised their hair and hairsprayed their armpits?
Yep, thought so.
Happy 100 posts to me!
I keep trying to move my laptop’s cursor around with an x-box controller that sits on the same coffee table. It gets frustrating when the green A button isn’t clicking the Firefox link right.
My god. I’m imagining armpits with hair that looks like it got transplanted from Don King’s head and the freshest smelling head of hair ever.
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Incidentally, I came in here with a hankering to post a story about a friend of mine, then got too caught up in the response to remember to post it. :smack:
So I’ve got this friend who is a comic book geek. She’s awesome, and under 110 pounds, contrary to popular stereotype. I was talking to her on the phone while at my friend’s house when lo and behold, my other buddy at the computer pulls up the X-men movie trailer up on the computer screen. My friend, knowing who is on the phone, takes the phone from me and holds it up to the monitor while yelling, “oh god, you have got to see this!”
Damn near shat myself.
I’m quite absent minded and am always misplacing things or putting things where they don’t quite belong. I could go on for days but I’ll just share a couple.
I’ve put a box of cereal in the freezer and ice cream in the pantry. Thankfully my patient SO realized my blunder before it completely melted.
A couple of months ago I was getting ready for work and began to apply hair paste to my hair. I only realized afte I had slathered a great deal through my locks that it wasn’t hair paste at all, but vaseline. Yeah, I looked like a greaser, yeah I was running late for work so a second shower was out of the question. Not wanting to go to work looking like a character from The Outsiders, I donned a hat that day. Stay golden Ponyboy.
Been there done that only it was my car keys in the fridge :smack:
Let’s see.
I’ve absentmindedly filled a bowl of Raisin Bran with orange juice instead of milk.
When asked by my brother to tell someone on the phone “Say I’m not here !”, I said without thinking “He says he’s not here.” My brother doesn’t ask me to perform little white lies for him anymore for some reason. . .
And yesterday I just barely caught myself before squirting Elmer’s Glue onto some soft pretzels.
Did that with hot coffee.
Did you still eat it like tdn ?
Brylcreme? You must have read my post here: http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showpost.php?p=8873024&postcount=42
So where was the underwear?
My grandmother died last week. So I spent most of the time between then and now in or near her home, with my family. I am not a batty old woman, but my mom and aunt both are.
Sunday, we relocated the immediate family from Grandma’s apartment and the Inn. We ended up at the Lodge, a very nice place to stay. Later that day, it was discovered that Mom no longer had her camera, and the next day my aunt no longer had her vitamins.
Both lost items stayed missing until Tuesday afternoon, despite frantic searching of all logical, and some illogical locations.
The camera, still in its bag, was hung on a hanger with hanging clothes. Various other articles of clothing had been removed from the group of hangers without anyone discovering the bag.
The vitamins had been stuck in the hip pocket of my Aunt’s pants. Found when she tried to wear those pants again.
Now that would’ve stuck to yer ribs.
Fun thread! Thanks for all the stories.
But can anyone top this, agewise? When I was four, I was really into brushing my teeth well (too well, according to the dentist), and one evening I couldn’t find the toothpaste. Searched high and low, but eventually settled for handsoap. I still remember the taste–blech! Then, when I put my toothbrush away and wanted to dry off my hands, I discovered that I had held the tube of toothpaste in my left hand–all the time :smack:
Oh yeah, have spent hours looking for the glasses I’m wearing (a small clue would have been that I can’t see six inches without them!)
Pulled out a tampon box, thinking it was the ciggies (back when I smoked), offered the pack around to (male) friends.
Just this week, I was oh so carefully backing the too close car out of my parents carport. I didn’t dent the car - just the house. Luckily my dad had done exactly the same thing a couple of weeks early, so I just made the dent bigger.
If you are a batty old woman, and I am eighteen months older and male, what does that make me?
A batty old man? ahem 