Mundane

I'm such a mom. Yesterday afternoon I programmed everyone into my cellphone, so I can check rooms when we leave en mass for things and need to make sure we've got everyone. And I'm soo proud of myself--yesterday when we went off to dinner, I made sure we had everyone we were supposed to have. We'd abandoned someone (or two) last week. but we were all accounted for before we left--17 gone, three staying behind and just going to the reading. I love being a mom. I get to be bossy, even though I'm one of the babies here, and everyone listens to me. And luckily I was being bossy, as we did nearly leave before Edd joined us, which would have been Tragic. :) And I didn't care about people getting to the reading from the restaurant, as that was simple enough to manage, and besides, I wanted to walk over, and the rest of the others were going to drive.

Social

I wonder if I'm just too subtle in life, along with in fiction. I mean, I get accused to starting conversations in medias res all the time--it's not in the middle, it's just skipping all the boring stuff. Or possibly it's related to how much I analyze my life--I'm always trying to figure out if I"m acting correctly, by observing others and by going over what I said, and how others responded.

I'm seriously socially inept. I still make the sort of stupid slip ups that are so damn obvious in retrospect, so I still go over everything I've said, and everyone I've said it too, just to make sure I haven't messed up. And perhaps because I spend so much attention on things I see more nuances in my behavior than others see in it. So where I see blatant, others just see, well, me.

dirty girls!

I have to stop being so dirty minded, it makes people think I'm less innocent than I am. My roommate droppeda spoonful of ice cream on my (covered) knee yesterday, and then quickly scooped it up and ate it. I turned to the boys. "In case you missed that," I said, "She was just eating ice cream off me."