Sudoku

My brain is morbidly squishy, like a skeleton without bones.  I try to tell it to STAND UP!, look firm and work, for Pete's sake.  But, like it's deaf, it just keeps flopping around in happy, jello-y independence.

Right now I'm blaming my mind's flopsyness on lack of sleep and over-stimulation - what with me trying to live my one big life and run four little lives all at once.

But this is what it has come to:

Yesterday I was at the church enjoying refreshments after a baptism.  Another Mom came up to me and started chatting.  I wanted to be cool and hip and kind and awesome.  But on top of fighting a squishy brain, I struggle with not panicking and saying weird things in light conversations.  So in trying to avoid saying something weird I asked the Mom about her daughter.

"Now how old is she?"  I asked.

"Two."

"Oh?"  I said surprised.  "When did she turn two?"

"August 23," she said.

"Oh," I said so surprised again.  "That's just two weeks after the Little Linebacker.  She seems so tall," I finished so excellently well.   The conversation meandered for another minute or two and then some need of some child gave the exchange a merciful end.

When I got out to my car after the baptism, my soft head, on a whim, sharpened up.  And I thought, "Oh.  My.  Gosh.  I have asked that girl three times on three separate occasions how old her daughter is.  And every time I find out that her daughter is two weeks younger than the Little Linebacker I react with surprise and comment on it.  Oh.  My.  Gosh.  I am that person."

I need to start doing Sudoku or something.