Random stories that made me feel like an idiot.

1. My Macbook that I have had for 4, going on 5, years is sick. It froze on me the other day. I had to force it to shut down by holding down the power button. When I turned it back on, all that would come up was a gray screen. No mouse. No spinning thing. Just the gray screen. Then it would get really hot and out of control.

I took it to some mac specialists (the only Apple store is too far away). Anyway, he said it’s probably a hard drive problem. I hope it’s fixable. But if for reason it’s not, of course I haven’t backed up my hard drive yet with my new external hard drive that I got after the terrible lost hard drive incident a few months back. I’ve tried to back it up a few times, but each time there are problems, I can’t figure it out, and then I give up. I think I might cry for the rest of my life if I lose everything.

2. After having Hannah over for dinner the other night, I sent her a text saying, something like, “Hey, it was fun to have you all over tonight.”  She gave me a brief response. I was afraid I had done something wrong or hurt her feelings because the response was so short.  So I texted Hannah back, “I’m sorry we’re boring, but I hope you still had fun.”

Hannah’s text said, “This is T.J. silly.”

I was so confused.  Why was T.J. over at Hannah’s house? I look more closely at the text. I had been texting T.J. instead of Hannah the whole time, and didn’t even realize it after a few texts.

I’m an idiot.

3. Last night I was going to make lightly breaded pork chops with scalloped potatoes. Well, I didn’t read the recipe. I just read the ingredients and mixed them all together. Then I realized I wasn’t supposed to mix the egg in with the breaded mixture, I was supposed to dip the pork chops into the egg and then the mixture. Well, I figured it all goes to the same place, so I’m sure it’ll be fine.

The breaded pork chops turned into basically this: A biscuit, then a pork chop, then a biscuit.  The biscuits burned in approximately 2 minutes, the pork was no where near being done, and the biscuit junk was slipping all over the place.

I turned off the burner, dumped the biscuit pork chop sandwiches in the garbage, and told T.J., “We’re having cereal tonight.”

4. While I was shaving my legs, my razor somehow shaved off a tiny part of my finger nail. Just thinking about it makes me sick.