Why is it that, when the alarm goes off and you hit snooze, good dreams disappear and cannot be picked back up, but nightmares continue just like a TV series after a commercial break?
Why do I bother to post by email if I'm so anal-retentive that I have to check LJ immediately to make sure the post arrived and I can't stand to leave the posts formatted as they default (weird line breaks R us)?
So today's bedtime story was Rapunzel. At the point where the prince promises to bring her material to make a rope, Rosa announced, "I know how Rapunzel could get out of the tower!"
She could cut off her own hair and tie it to the windowframe.
Now why didn't Rapunzel ever think of that? How much of a bleedin' idiot was she?
That when the weather is behaving unpredictably, instead of checking the forecast in the morning and dressing accordingly, I always dress for the day before? Yesterday it was over 70F here, and I went home from work in shirtsleeves with my heavy jacket in the back seat. So this morning I wore a lightweight shirt again, and my spring jacket. And it turned cold, windy, and rainy. I've been freezing all day.
Why is it that I'm always running late on a day I need to buy gas?
Will I ever remember that the gascap is on the passenger side on my new car? I think I might have figured out why, though. It's a Japanese car; in Japan they drive on the left, so the gascap is actually on the driver's side if they use the same body for domestic sales as export.