For instance, today, in Wal-Mart, there is a woman whom I attended MOPS with for THREE YEARS... twice a month for THREE YEARS... projects, prayers, playgroups. She just looked through me as if I were glass. Humph.. oh well.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I'm forgettable
I will be the first to admit that I am NOT good with names. I never have been. I am, however, great with faces. I seem to run into people all over the place and instantly I recognize them -- the when's and where's of our encounters. Now, I'm not talking people that I meet in a grocery store line, but people that I've seen routinely. But people don't seem to remember me... makes me feel quite forgettable. Isn't that sad?
For instance, today, in Wal-Mart, there is a woman whom I attended MOPS with for THREE YEARS... twice a month for THREE YEARS... projects, prayers, playgroups. She just looked through me as if I were glass. Humph.. oh well.
For instance, today, in Wal-Mart, there is a woman whom I attended MOPS with for THREE YEARS... twice a month for THREE YEARS... projects, prayers, playgroups. She just looked through me as if I were glass. Humph.. oh well.
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Of course if you have a BAD hair day, its good that no one recognizes you! I change my hair so much that most people don't know me if its been awhile...hee hee...Its my DISGUISE!!!
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