Dork Day

Have you ever had one those days when no matter who you are with or what you do, you end up feeling like a dork? That was me today. Thankfully, I spent the morning and early part of the afternoon with two of my favorite ladies, my own daughters, who hopefully love me in spite of the fact that I am often a dork.

Today really wasn't all that much different than any other day. I wore my regular clothes and did my hair in the regular way. I said and did "normal" things, nothing wildly out of the ordinary, except that I wore my invisible "Dork Hat", the one that makes me afraid I've said or done something really... dorky. The Dork Hat drops onto my head on those days when I am especially tired and a bit out of sorts, sometimes hormonal, but I don't think that was today's problem... unless they're residual hormones...

Whatever the problem was, I knocked that hat right off my head as soon as I felt it drop. (Hannah and I had gone to Bethany's house late this morning with a mission to make chocolate pie for the dear girl who cut my hair last month. The pie making was a success and I miraculously found Amanda home when I stopped to make the delivery. I caught her by surprise, a good surprise.) So anyway, when that hat dropped onto my head, Hannah and I were on the way home. I was feeling overly drowsy (she was driving) and decided to take a nap as soon as I got home. It's usually a good cure for feeling dorky.