I must be going crazy.

I must be going crazy, or…maybe I got there a long time ago, but I’m definitely feeling it more lately.  Take the other day.  I had planned a baked potato bar for supper, but I hadn’t heard from my husband as to when he would be home.  I really hate to interrupt him at work with phone calls that aren’t necessary.  He has so much work to do and so many people stopping every few minutes with questions or complaints.  I don’t want to add to his stress.  But it was getting late, and I was trying to figure out if I still had time to bake the potatoes before he got home.  I really prefer potatoes when they are baked in the oven, but in a pinch the microwave does it in a hurry. 

So I finally made the decision to call and ask him when he’d be home so that I’d know when to have supper ready.  I pondered my baked potato dilemma while the phone rang.  When he finally answered what I heard come out of my mouth was, “How long does it take to bake a potato?” 

“Uh…I don’t know…”

And then I laughed hysterically for about five minutes.  So much for not interrupting my husband.  What I meant to ask was, “Do you know what time you’ll be home so that I can have supper ready when you get here?”  Ah ha ha ha!  It was like an out of the body experience.  How did those words come out of my mouth?  I know how to bake a potato.  For crying out loud! 

So yes, it appears I’m going crazy…er!