Archives for December 2009

***Important to know for this saga: My insurance man’s office is at the end of my street and the busy road it intersects.   He passes by every afternoon after work.***

There once was a gal named Maren.
She lost her brain child-bearin’
Her ducks knew no row.
Her work had no flow,
If only she had smarts for sparin’!

Last week, I was hoping to deliver some homemade bread loaves to a couple of families who have been uber-gracious to our family this past year.  In order to deliver the gifts, I lugged Pierson, the bread, and my wallet to the car. I *momentarily* put the un-children items on the roof of my car while I finagled Pierson into the back seat (note to self: two door cars are NOT for people with kids.) Zippy, also invited on the excursion, was moseying in the yard.

We had previously been unsuccessful in delivering our neighbor’s bread gift, and I noticed them returning home. I quickly ran into the house, grabbed a loaf to share, and delivered their bread.  I helped Zippy in the car and drove away. Halfway to the first family’s house, I realized the bread was M.I.A. I frisked the front seat. No bread. I frisked the back seat. No bread. This initiated a prompt in-the-middle-of-the-road u-turn, to the irritation of local homeowner onlookers.

I sped home. Around the turn in my neighborhood, I swerved to miss an object in the middle of the road. Hmmm….my wallet. I jerked the car to a stop, rescued my wallet and then noticed my insurance man speaking with my neighbor using exaggerated gestures, my bags of bread in hand. I hollered to let him know I was the lunatic for whom he was looking and went to retrieve my bread. At that moment, I became a mind reader. I assured him that the doubts he was having about this particular insured client were indeed legit: I am scatterbrained. I am crazy. And he is my insurance agent. Lucky him.

I had a 2 second self-debate regarding whether or not to deliver the road kill bread to my friends. The 30 second rule (or a little bit extra) was enforced. It’d be fine.

Brain? Where are you? Can I expect your return any time soon?

Moral of this story: Road kill Christmas bread makes nice Christmas gifts. (Better than nothing.)

Below is a picture of the gift we delivered to my insurance agent before leaving town…Well, we attempted to deliver it.  He was off Christmas Eve.  I put it on top of my car to deliver to him later.

Hope your Christmas was merry & your new year hopeful!