Cat Pee or My Left Foot...Insanity Realized

Today is all about embracing my inner idiot. We all know I have problems, most of us do, but not all of us are so inclined to share these little idiosyncrasies with the rest of the planet. Okay, maybe not the whole planet, but my teensy weensy little sliver of it. I will never learn my lesson so I'm not even going to bother apologizing for it anymore. I was at a soccer game last night when I noticed a foul odor wafting from my purse. I, being the on top of things person that I am, ignored it. Every once in awhile the stench became so that I couldn't ignore it anymore, so I would ask my family, why does my purse smell like a cat peed in it? I figured one of them would know. They may not tell me, but it was worth a shot. Eventually, I would forget about it and go about my business. This happened periodically through out the evening. Whole weeks can go by like this with me trying to figure something out but getting distracted and not being able to take the time to figure out what the problem is. Luckily this was something I couldn't ignore. This morning, I know, but I put it somewhere I didn't have to smell it all night, I dumped the whole thing out ready to toss it because as everyone knows cat piss smell NEVER goes away. I thought I would try washing it anyway, so I put it in the machine and went to see how the contents were. As I was sifting through the gargantuan mounds of crap that line the bowels of my purse, I see a small plastic bag. I looked more closely and saw that it was Eddie's flower collection. She has a tendency to walk around and collect all of the flowers that have fallen off of my plants, or anyone else's for that matter, the green houses like it when she visits. This is not normally a problem but in this particular collection she had decided to pick up day lilies and for those of you who don't know, while on the plant the flowers smell perfectly lovely but once picked they slowly begin to take on a rancid very much like cat piss stench. I threw the bag away, washed the purse and it is as good as new. At least I think it is, maybe you shouldn't stand too close the next time you see me! Here's another little tidbit to add to my stupidity file. I was getting ready to go on a walk at 6 this morning. When I put my left shoe on, it felt kinda weird like my sock was folded up on itself so I proceeded to take off my shoe and straighten my sock. I put my shoe back on , retied it and continued to get ready. A few minutes later, it still didn't feel quite right, so I took my shoe off again and tried to straighten it again. I think I did this about three or four times. Re-tying the damn thing every time. I finally reached down and felt the side of my foot to see if there was something on it. I realized it wasn't my shoe or my sock that was the problem. Last night I had taken Ed to the park and was pushing her on the swings in my wedges, yes, I know, I am brilliant. Anyway, there was a huge hole under the swing and she wanted an under duck. Instead of just taking off my too high heels, I ran under, she flew up, and I fell down. When I got up the side of my foot was numb. This would be the annoying feeling in my shoe. The fact that I couldn't feel my foot was the feeling. Wow, talk about irony. Once I knew what the problem was I tied my shoes a final time and went on my walk unhindered. One of my many issues is obviously not being able to move forward with anything until I understand why it is the way it is. Wow, talk about damaged goods! Oh well it could always be worse, I could have decided that not being able to feel one of my appendages was reason enough not to go on my walk. At least I have that going for me!