I’m not always the sharpest tool in the shed.
While in Sedona, Arizona for a three day training, a group of us went to one of vortexes. There were many prickly pear cacti in the area and I knew you could eat the fruit; you also needed to be very careful of the small thorns protecting it. Doing my best, I took one off a cacti to share with the others. As a result, I ended up with small thorns in my fingers and yes, my tongue. Let me tell you, it’s an interesting feeling having small thorns you can’t remove from one’s mouth! Tried as I could, even scraping a credit card across my tongue and fingers didn’t remove them. While there I met a man who did the same thing so I didn’t feel so…..alone. He, however, had the sense not to eat the fruit. I prefer thinking he and I were adventuresome spirits but I’m not so sure that’s what our companions thought.
Six days later I still had a thorn in my left index finger. I couldn’t get it out as I’m left handed and didn’t have the coordination needed to remove it with my right hand. I texted a friend and asked if they could help and a few hours later I showed up at their home. With a needle and tweezers, the thorn was finally removed.
What about the whisky? Afterwards I was given a whisky/whiskey tasting and in the process I learned "whisky" is from Scotland and "whiskey" is made from barley and grains. Who knew? But then again you’re talking to a woman who had cacti thorns on her tongue.
I wish I could say my day ended there but alas, it did not.
Later that evening I went to Kohls for the first time since I moved. When I left the store I was unable to find my car! Now I’ve kidded that I wouldn’t know if someone stole my car as many times I don’t remember where I park. I activated the key fob and not a peep. My car was gone! I walked back into the store and reported it to one of the employees who then contacted the manager. While waiting I texted my thorn removal friend in case I needed a ride home. When the manager came over she asked me questions about where I parked; I didn’t understand why. Then I realized what she was asking - this store had two entrances leading to two different parking lots. You guessed it; I parked in the other lot.
Yeah, I’m not always the sharpest tool in the shed but it does make for an interesting life!
Here’s to what makes life interesting!
Beth
While in Sedona, Arizona for a three day training, a group of us went to one of vortexes. There were many prickly pear cacti in the area and I knew you could eat the fruit; you also needed to be very careful of the small thorns protecting it. Doing my best, I took one off a cacti to share with the others. As a result, I ended up with small thorns in my fingers and yes, my tongue. Let me tell you, it’s an interesting feeling having small thorns you can’t remove from one’s mouth! Tried as I could, even scraping a credit card across my tongue and fingers didn’t remove them. While there I met a man who did the same thing so I didn’t feel so…..alone. He, however, had the sense not to eat the fruit. I prefer thinking he and I were adventuresome spirits but I’m not so sure that’s what our companions thought.
Six days later I still had a thorn in my left index finger. I couldn’t get it out as I’m left handed and didn’t have the coordination needed to remove it with my right hand. I texted a friend and asked if they could help and a few hours later I showed up at their home. With a needle and tweezers, the thorn was finally removed.
What about the whisky? Afterwards I was given a whisky/whiskey tasting and in the process I learned "whisky" is from Scotland and "whiskey" is made from barley and grains. Who knew? But then again you’re talking to a woman who had cacti thorns on her tongue.
I wish I could say my day ended there but alas, it did not.
Later that evening I went to Kohls for the first time since I moved. When I left the store I was unable to find my car! Now I’ve kidded that I wouldn’t know if someone stole my car as many times I don’t remember where I park. I activated the key fob and not a peep. My car was gone! I walked back into the store and reported it to one of the employees who then contacted the manager. While waiting I texted my thorn removal friend in case I needed a ride home. When the manager came over she asked me questions about where I parked; I didn’t understand why. Then I realized what she was asking - this store had two entrances leading to two different parking lots. You guessed it; I parked in the other lot.
Yeah, I’m not always the sharpest tool in the shed but it does make for an interesting life!
Here’s to what makes life interesting!
Beth
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