Brain fart

The other day we were on our way out to dinner.  While Yes Dear and PBJ loaded up in the van, my job was to bring the dog in.

“Could you bring me some water?” called YD.  She is a constant drinker, can’t drive anywhere for 15 minutes without water.  With lemon.  Yuck.

I’m busy fighting with the dog, but I make a mental note of it.  I also remind myself to grab my house keys (one of us always forgets). 

So I get the dog inside and into his crate, and go to refill his water bowl, which will go in the crate with him while we’re out.  It’s at this point that my mind wanders and things go wrong.

Note:  I am NOT a multitasker.  I have to finish one thing before I do another.  Except when it comes to driving (I can completely zone out and find my way home without remembering how.  Sober).   Anything else, giving me too many tasks to complete at one time is an invitation to disaster, if not hilarity. 

I put away the dog, grab my keys, lock the door, and go out to the van. 

As I climb in, YD goes “What the HELL”?  and PBJ starts busting up.

I’m still holding the dog dish. 

Trying to salvage the moment, I say “Well, I remembered your water…”.

She wasn’t amused. 

But PBJ hee-hawed her way into a serious case of hiccups that wouldn’t subside until halfway through dinner.

And the dog had a “what the hell?” look about him as well when I returned with his dish.

~ by The Real Dave on October 7, 2008.