foot in mouth

Dec 27, 2007 at 11:29 AM
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my cousin called yesterday to wish my brother a happy birthday but didn't realize he had the wrong day. before i handed the phone over, we chatted for a few minutes. seems like the only time we talk is around christmas, new years or birthdays.

me: so how is the family? how's candy doing?
cuz: you mean, cookie?
me: my bad.
cuz: she's doing okay, she's in atlanta now.
me: why is that?
cuz: (brief silence) we've been divorced for three years.
me: (fumbles for words) i'm sorry, i had no idea.
(i look over at my dad and give him the evil eye for not telling me)
cuz: it's okay, i don't think i ever told you.

well, i woke up this morning and remembered our conversation from two years ago about the divorce.

i hope this was just a case of selective memory.

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Oh my! Sorry. Sometimes my brain just konks out on me too. I've said worse.

You know, if you don't speak to someone often these things can and will slip your mind. Don't beat yourself up about it.

yikes!

it's okay... don't feel bad... that happens... :) anyway, you haven't talked to him in a long time...

xo

I once asked my dad how his brother Bob was doing --- he looked at me increduously and said, "Bob died two years ago -- you were at his funeral". God, I still feel like crap when I think about that.

that's awful. and totally a conversation i know i've had. great re-telling, though! i felt bad for enjoying it! :D

Ok so once I called my best friend almost two weeks after her birthday. Good thing her sister answered the phone:)

it's all good. i felt bad and at the same time, i couldn't help but laugh at myself. it's good to have a sense of humor at times like that. well, i laughed more so because my dad and my brother were laughing at me and my denny crane moment.

In August I saw my niece for the first time in probably 10 years. She was sitting at the table eating take out when I walked into my mom's house. We talked for twenty minutes. When she had to go back to work, she got up and walked across the living room. She was limping/dragging her feet. I came so close to asking her what she'd done to her leg(s). Before it came out, I remembered that she was born with cerebral palsy! I'd taken care of her after her surgery when she was 4!

Some things I surely shouldn't admit to, but I thought it might make you feel better. Cheers.

gamany replied to Georgia Lynn’s comment:
Dec 28, 2007
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oh, my. thank goodness you remembered before you asked.

steve, i just remembered a conversation i had with my brother some time ago. i'd asked him what he remembered about my grandfather's funeral (since i was not able to attend) and he said he wasn't there. well, he was, and forgot that he was also a pallbearer. memory is a fickle thing.

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