If you look up the word ‘ditz’ you’ll find “Eccentric”, “Lacking judgment”, “No common sense” and “Deb”.
Today I made Brandon come home early, get cleaned up, put on a suit coat & tie (yes, he does own ONE tie, with sheep on it). I got out my fancy-dancy pants and a mohair/angora/silk top and put on all my jewelry and put up my hair instead of the usual ratty old scrunchie. We were off to the annual meeting of the Cooperative Extension Service for Cumberland County, of which I was just asked to be a board member. The President of the University of Maine was to be the speaker and even the Rockefeller family was going to be there, along with other ‘important’ people in the Falmouth/Portland world of ‘important’ things.
Guess I’m not quite ready for the big time. We spent an hour driving there, couldn’t understand why the promised road signs were not in evidence, and finally spotting a huge white wedding-type tent by the ocean/marsh, flagged down a farmer-type person. “Yes, can you help us? We’re lost. We’re trying to find the Tidewater/Extension meeting.” hmmmmm….. He responds with a smirk “You’re not lost; you’re early. It’s TOMORROW”. Yup, I had read the invitation wrong. Brandon, reading the invitation aloud to me in the car, just asked ”Is it the 19th?” even though it plainly said “Wednesday the 19th” on the invite. I KNEW it was Tuesday but I thought it was the 19th. Brandon KNEW it was the 19th, as I had just told him so, but had no idea of what day of the week it was.
So, we went out for Mexican food. Brandon took off the tie, though. Now I have to figure out how to get him to go back with me tomorrow night for the real event….. I told him we could just wait in the tent for the caterers to show up with the shrimp, but he had to get back to the sheep & work.
Yup, I am a ditz….
