You know how I’m always saying I need to get my act together? No? Well, I do. I say it all the time. And do you know why I say it all the time? Because my act is so far from together it’s absurd. Let me give you this ridiculous example.
I was enjoying some quiet time in the living room like I do most mornings when Todd came in and sat on the ottoman next to my feet. On the floor between the side table and ottoman was an unopened USPS priority box addressed to me. After we’d chatted for a bit, he noticed the box.
Todd: What’s in the box?
Me: (Not making eye contact) I don’t want to tell you.
Todd: (Giving me a funny look) What’s in the box?
Me: (Gaze still averted) Please don’t make me tell you.
Todd: (Squeezing my ankle) Jennifer. Tell me what’s in the box.
Me: (Barely meeting his stare) Katie’s college graduation announcements.
She graduated in May. The first Saturday in May. That’s over four months ago and I haven’t sent out her announcements. Which, on the one hand, is not a big deal because everybody already knows she graduated. On the other hand, however, I paid for those announcements so they’ve got to go. In the mail, not the trash.
Next week I’ll be writing a little excuse to include with the graduation announcements. Good thing I’m gifted in rationalization.