Mother Daughter Blonde Moment

I have brunette hair. In fact, I have VERY dark brunette hair. But- I do occasionally have "blonde moments", or moments of DUH- I suppose you could say.

Our car is fairly new. It has a digital display of the outside temperature. Here lately, it is not uncommon for it to read 105 to 115 degrees when I first get it. Sitting in the sun all day really heats the car up. But sure enough, once you start driving the temperature slowly drops to a more appropriate 98/99 degrees.

Tonight... I was driving home from a bible study and I called my hubby to let him know I was on my way. (I'm a good wifey) I saw that the car read 101.2. It was 8:30pm! I kinda asked Shawn what he thought, and if it could still be that hot? It was very humid today- but wow! I figured it would cool off as I drove so our conversation changed. I looked down a few minutes later and it was up to 101.7. This worried me! I started to talk to Shawn about it again. It continued to rise. Could the car be overheating? It was now up to 102.1! Shawn and I brainstormed for a minute. Then he made a comment I will never forget. "I didn't think the car showed the temperature in tenths." DUH! It doesn't! I was looking at the odometer.

After I caught my breath from laughing so hard I called my mom. I figured she would get a kick out of it. I called and told her about my blonde moment. I continued to tell her I would have a blog about it so the rest of the world could laugh WITH me. :-) I wasn't sure how "up-to-date" my mom was so I asked her if she knew what a blog was. She said she did and that she couldn't believe I would put that story on there. I continued the blog discussion by suggesting that she go check mine out. I told her she needed to check out the bookshelf Shawn made for me, that she needed to go look at the picture of the bookshelf Shawn made. She asked me, "look at what?"

I repeated, "a bookshelf".

She replies, "What is it?" Now mind you that my phone sometimes cuts out- I figured she didn't hear me.

"Mom- A Bookshelf!"

"A what???" she asked for the third time.

"A BOOKSHELF!" as if me saying it louder would fix the problem.

"What's that?" she asked. Now I am really confused.

"Mom- A shelf -for books!"

"On your blog?"

"Yes mom- a picture of the shelf Shawn built!"

"Oh- (as she starts laughing) a picture?!?"

Apparently her mind was stuck on Internet lingo... she told me later (in between laughs) she was thinking to herself that she knew what a bookmark on the Internet was, but not a bookshelf.

Total blonde moment!