All this to let you know that, every once in awhile, even I am amazed at my own ineptitude sometimes. For example, I'm making deviled Easter eggs to take to my mom's house for lunch Sunday. (It's the only time of the year you can serve multicolored eggs without people wondering whether you're trying to give them food poisoning!) Yesterday we colored 20 eggs. I was trying to think how many deviled egg halves I would have. I counted each egg by twos. 40 deviled egg halves. And then the little voice in the back of my head piped up and asked me, "Seriously? You couldn't have just said 'let's see, 20x2=40?'" And I thought, "Gee, thanks a lot, little voice in the back of my head... where were you before I started counting eggs?"
*I do not say this to cast any sort of aspersions on people who honestly are mentally deficient in any way. Please bear in mind that I am prone to hyperbole (you do know what my blog is called, right?), and am using a poetic license of sorts.
*I do not say this to cast any sort of aspersions on people who honestly are mentally deficient in any way. Please bear in mind that I am prone to hyperbole (you do know what my blog is called, right?), and am using a poetic license of sorts.
I am the say way about math. If my husband isn't around then I will Google fractions if I double or half a recipe. I guess at numbers. For example tonight, a castmate and I were compairing ages. He just turned 17. I said out loud, "I'm 15 years older than you!" followed by a crazy look from other castmates. "Uh, 13? 12." In unison from the group "11!" Flicking my hair back I replied "I'm an artist not a mathematician."
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