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Brandon had just handed the waitress payment for the bill when the four glasses of diet coke I slurped hit me.  I rushed off, dodging waitresses precariously balancing pizza pies and garlic bread, to find the little ladies room.

Looking down, it suddenly struck me while sitting on the toilet just how very scatterbrained I am.

I shuffled out to our table, sitting down quickly and hiding my feet behind Brandon’s.

“We have to go home first before the movie,” I said quickly.

He looked up quizzically and then a look of understanding washed over his face.  “Oooohh, did your little friend…?”

“No,” I said, stifling a laugh.  “Look at my feet.”

I poked my feet out from underneath the table, first one brown shoe and then one black shoe.

Brandon let out a slow rumble.  “Eh heh eh heh”

Moral of the story: Never get dressed in the dark.

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It is supremely gratifying to be thought of as a high school student even if the remark did come from a grey-haired octogenarian.

I woke Brandon up the other night to tell him about my scary jack-o’-lantern dream in which pumpkins attacked him, my mother and I.  I’m still debating whether to get pumpkins for the front porch.

Girls on campus: Just because you can squeeze into a size 14 doesn’t actually make you a size 14.

Accidentally putting twice as much water into the automatic tea machine will cause said machine to violently overflow all over the kitchen floor.

Never, ever turn on the oven with a pan and plastic spatula inside.

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