Would you believe it if I told you that I have done nothing absentminded this whole entire week?
Don’t believe it.
Because it’s not true.
I mean, really, I thought I was doing pretty good. I hadn’t dropped any glass bowls or cups this whole week, and though I nearly put a stack of dessert plates in the fridge, I did catch myself before it actually happened.
Okay, so I don’t actually go around dropping glass bowls and cups on the floor, and even when I do, they usually don’t break since we have linoleum floors. But the point is, I still thought I was doing good.
Until this afternoon.
I was weed-wacking our yard, which, in itself, was dangerous enough. Dad had reminded me that I needed to trim around the shop, so there I was, being a good little girl and following his instructions. At one point, I had to move Riley’s bike out of the way because he’d laid it down right where I needed to trim. I shoved it out of the way and continued chopping down those pesky weeds.
I turned the corner of the building and was still busily working away when I noticed Dad’s work truck — we call it the Blazer — pull in. I thought nothing of it.
That is, until Dad came walking around the corner of the shop and called to me.
He had a funny look on his face. “Katie…were you the one that left Riley’s bike in the middle of the driveway?”
My heart stopped.
I looked over his shoulder…and there was Riley’s bike, crushed underneath the Blazer’s wheels.
And that right there is why you shouldn’t believe me when I say I haven’t done anything absentminded this week.
But hey, I bet you’ve done things just as absentmindedly as I have. And I’ll bet some of them could make some pretty funny stories. I’d love to hear ’em!