My wife has to remember a wealth of information on a daily basis-- she has a lot of responsibility at her job and in our community, and she's also the reason our hectically scheduled household operates smoothly . . . and this doesn't end when we go on vacation: she's the primary packer and planner (I'm the chief researcher) so she's bound to forget a thing or two . . . but never has she forgotten three things on one trip, until now-- and I'm not relishing this in any way, shape or form, but I'd still like to record it, in a most unbiased and objective manner, for posterity-- not only that, this event does harken back to the humble beginnings of this blog; so . . . without any gloating . . . here's the list:
1) at the start of our trip, my wife forgot her prescription sunglasses, but we were only a few minutes down the road, so we turned back and got them;
2) while my wife was paying the check at the much recommended Wild Fern restaurant, she put down the iPad on the counter and left it there-- she didn't realize this until we were fifteen minutes away-- but we turned back and luckily it was still there (Heather, the owner/chef/waitress of The Wild Fern knew the house we were renting and said she was going to return it to us there if we didn't come back so we were safe either way);
3) when we were leaving the rented house in Stockbridge, my wife forgot her ceramic-travel coffee mug inside the house, but we had already locked up and left the key inside, so we had to chalk that one up to as a sacrifice to Mnemosyne.
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This is a classic SOD sentence for the ages. First, he prefaces smugly relishing his wife's errors by saying he takes no relish in what he's about to describe. Second, he links to another SOD sentence that also smugly relishes similar subject matter. Finally, he makes a literary/cultural reference that requires a trip to Bullfinch's Mythology to understand. And it's at least five sentences long. All that's missing is a soccer/darts/cornhole tangent.
It's a pretty quick trip from suck-up/commenter of the year to another person who tears Dave down from his ridiculous perch.
I'm tearing no one down! I declared this sentence a classic.
these are events of note that need to be recounted (mainly because my wife doesn't appreciate how awesome i am at soccer/darts/cornhole . . . perhaps if she did, i would give her a break).
i also think zman is relying on my short memory-- he'll put up a clever comment in december and win commenter of the year again . . .
if my wife made more mistakes, i could provide more "classic" sentences lie this-- in fact, this blog would have a LOT more content . . .
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