Sunday, February 18, 2007

Why Is It?

Why is it that when my husband drives through a canyon road, I hope that the person if front of us drives slowly...and that when I'm the one driving the car...I hope that there's no one in front of me?

Why is it that when I am sitting in a boring meeting time seems to stand still, but when I am doing something that I enjoy, time just flies by?

Why is it that sometimes, no matter how hard I try, I just can't remember what I walked into the room to do?

Why is it that sometimes I come up with such weird questions?


patches said...

#3- Well, you are a wife and you are a mother, SOOOO by definition you are a multi-tasker.... which is just another fancy label for preoccupied.

#4 Weird is entirely too subjective.

Pam said...

Why not?

only oldest said...

you have always been the curious one and I can't imagine how your mind works. Nevertheless, I always have and always will love you.

Patti said...

Time certainly does fly when we are absorbed in what we are doing.
I certainly found that out when I started blogging...

Joan said...

Why is it when I read your blog, I realize how much we are alike in our thoughts?

Patti said...

Joan, It's because you two are sisters. And I'm envious, because I am an only child.

The good thing is I found someone (my husband) who shares similar thoughts. As a matter of fact we often say the same thing at the same time.

Esereth said...

Oh, you know the answer to all those questions.

Lynn said...

Patches - Right you are!

Pam - Good point!

Only Oldest - Thanks.

Patti - Isn't that the truth!

Joan - Frightening isn't it?

Esereth - You're right, I guess there were just rhetorical.

Renee said...

Well, now that I've read that these questions are rhetorical I won't bother to try to answer them. hee hee