- Index cards. Why are they so flimsy now? I finally used up the massive stash leftover from our school supply box, and bought a new pack. They are just about the same weight as a sheet of paper! If I were back in speech class, nervously holding my stack of index cards, I'd flop sweat through these in a matter of seconds, smearing my inked-penned notes into an unreadable mess.
- Food traps. Eating has become annoying, what with the food traps between my teeth (a result of gum-loosening aging, my dentist tells me). I can't even eat broccoli without getting it stuck between my teeth. I'm reaching for my floss picks while I'm still eating...take a bite, chew, swallow, floss pick. So far I've only done this while eating alone, but just you wait. I'll forget and do it in front of someone. That won't be embarrassing at all.
- My eyesight. Apparently I am just not seeing things. For example, I needed a new tube of mascara. Mission accomplished after a trip to Target, but when I went to toss my old tube, I realized that it had blue writing on it. Which I'd never noticed. Which meant it was waterproof, which was why I felt like I had to fuss more with applying the mascara. I probably had that tube for six months...and I never noticed the blue writing until now? It's hard to miss:
...and it's not like I'm putting this on in the dark, either!
- My eyesight, part II. I happened to sit down at my computer when the light was apparently just right, and I realized that there were words and symbols printed on the front of my monitor. I've had it for over a year (inherited it from my son when he moved), and I've never noticed this:
I had figured out where the off button was through trial and error; who knew there were other adjustments I could be making on the monitor??
- The Boy Scouts. This is the second year in a row that they've put a flyer on my door, saying they'll be back on the following Saturday to collect canned goods for a food drive. This is also the second year in a row that I've put out a bag of food only to not have it collected. Now, I'll end up taking it to the food bank bin at our grocery store, but it irks me that I fell for their flyer again. Next year, Boy Scouts? I'll bypass the middleman since you don't seem to remember where you are leaving the flyers!