The other day I was leaving work and trying to figure out which route is longer mileage-wise. Is it the way I take to work longer or the way I take home? It doesn’t really matter which is longer mileage-wise as long as time-wise I’m most efficient. Still, this proves why I can’t remember to call the eye doctor and check to see if one of the kids has an appointment scheduled. It also proves why I can’t remember whether or not there is an appointment, hence the need to call. Instead I waste my time wondering about mileage. </tangent>

So I’m pulling around a rotary/circle <yet another tangent> do you call it a rotary? circle? It seems everywhere I’ve ever lived/driven they’ve called it something else. Here it’s not really the same since the urgency you get everywhere else is missing. Vehicles drive slow. Pedestrians abound. Very little traffic. Still, you drive in a circle and peel off at different intervals so it’s still called something. </yet another tangent> Anyway, I’m driving around the rotary and I remember to set the odometer.

Do you see where this is going? Tangents collide much like I collide with stationary objects while walking about. I reach through the steering wheel and turn the wheel simultaneously. My arm gets caught *Ow!* and I almost drive off the road.

Things this has taught me:

1. My clumsiness has reached new heights.
2. I still haven’t called the optometrist’s office. (even though I set the alarm on my phone this a.m. and it went off about 2 1/2 hours ago)
3. I’m full of tangents this morning. Also see: why I forget things – Look, something shiny.
4. I forget what #4 was. I believe it was something about natural selection or the fact I have defied logic and found yet more ways to embarrass myself.