"I HATE it when I do that!"

in the yard of the people who own six hound dogs when I help my younger son deliver newspapers on his paper route

especially after both my son and my husband on two different recent occasions had been stopped for the same offense, and I had given both of them lengthy lectures about safety and responsibility, etc. etc. Cost me $90 for the fine, but that was not nearly so bad as having to eat my less than tasty words.

because partway through, I always forget that I am doubling it, and I end up with some ingredients doubled and some not and don't know which is which

Icky, yucky, ewww, it turned black and rotted and disintegrated inside, and everyone kept asking, "Why are all these gnats in the kitchen?"

sigh---more red paint on the garage door frame, more white scratches on my car

My skin does not have the word "tan" in its vocabulary. Only words my skin knows are "burn" and "freckle."

It typed two letters for every key that I touched.

and my jeans come out all wrinkled

That sound just makes me cringe! Then I always look around sheepishly to see what neighbors are outside and wonder how many of them heard me do that.

right after the floor had been mopped, of course!

only to get to the store and discover that it has expired

and it is 15 degrees and snowing outside

and Saturday morning is my ONLY day to sleep in late that week

and then going back to watch it later and realizing I taped the wrong channel. Maybe someday we will get TIVO, and I'll have something new to try to figure out how to work!