... the words comin out o' my mouf

Yesterday I learned a couple of important things. But my definition of important compared to most of the worlds' is probably quite different. Such as, I learned that a grilled cheese sandwich from a ho-dink country bar tastes 20 times better when pickles and onions are applied to it. And this is where you are thinking, good Lord, this woman has no realistic level of importance in her life. Another thing I learned, is that when you wear a hat, everyone wonders what you look like underneath of that hat. Even if they see you every day! They're still thinking, "an un-discovered land. MUST. UN. COVER." This got slightly frustrating, but I was a trooper and kept on the oddly shaped floppy head covering the whole day (smiles). I also learned that as much as I love frisbee, I pretty much suck at it. Buying an expensive light up one from REI does not help your skill level either. But it sure makes you look as if you COULD be good. And last but not least. I definitely tend to say, bring up, make noticed, the most AWKARD things when I am nervous. No really. It's as if I dug into my vault of secrets or shameful memories and pull out the ones stuffed waaaaaay in the bottom and bring them out for a show. Which of course is welcomed and received with silence and blank stares haha. Good thing I recoil pretty quickly, and have the pelt of an otter, where the water just slides right off (smiles).