Don't eat the meatballs! AKA: Stupid stuff you've done.

[LB]

I don't know if this really qualifies as stupid, but it's definitely one of those brain glitch moments. After I had a baby, it was drilled into me by several people to make sure I had everything baby would need before I left the house with him. So one day, I was getting ready to leave with baby and I did a mental checklist:

Extra diapers? Yes.
Extra clothes? Yes.
Wipes? Yes.
Burp rag? Yes.
Booties? Yes.
Pumped milk, just in case? Yes.
Formula in case I run out of milk? Yes.
Binky? Got it.
Toys (even though he has no interest yet)? Several.
Okay, everything in the baby bag, bag on my shoulder, baby in the car seat, lets go.

I stepped outside and closed the door. Realized I had everything for baby, but I didn't have my wallet, keys, phone or shoes.

[RegionMom]

Hey, I thought you were going to say that you forgot the baby!

[kareng57]

Hey, I thought you were going to say that you forgot the baby!

So did I!  And I know someone who actually did this (though she figured it out after driving only a couple of blocks).

I did the reverse, once.  My kids were only a year apart in age, and I was accustomed to having them in different preschool classes on different days.  So basically, I was accustomed to always having the sibling in the car whenever I had to take one of them anywhere.  So, the first day that I dropped of DS #1 at Kindergarten (it was every day) and DS #2 at his preschool, I proceeded on the way to the fitness-centre myself, chattering away.  It didn't dawn on me till I was at the gym that there was no one else in the car, this time.

[kitty-cat]

I've decided to make some letters-shirts for my little, since I didn't give her as many as I'd like. BG for those who don't know what I'm talking about: When I say letters-shirts, I mean shirts with the Greek letters of my fraternity.

However, I had several facepalmy moments.

A. I couldn't iron one set of letters unless I wanted to give Little what were fuzzy snowman letters that got melted by my iron. Still ended up accidentally ironing one of the letters and needing to replace it.
B. I accidentally ironed a small part of my carpet (It's my personal carpet, not my roommate's or the school's, thank goodness!).
C. I had to completely restitch one letter on the unironable letters-shirt because it looked like I sewed it on while I was on stuff I have never consumed in my life.

That's not my first issue with sewing though. I've had major thread knot disasters and a burn on my hand (which is still visible) from not putting the iron on the piece of cardboard serving as an ironing board. I've stuck my needle in my leg because I forgot I was wearing shorts instead of jeans (I put the needle in my jeans to hold it), I've "found" 5 of my needles while cleaning in my bare feet, and I came somewhat close to threading my lip.

I swear, I'm not this ridiculous all the time. 

How to solve this problem: http://www.designergreek.com/designshop.html

I have a hoodie from there with my letters on it.

[Outdoor Girl]

I have two...

I had my 2nd storey deck replaced early this summer and I have a rain barrel set up, with extra ones to transfer the water into.  So one morning before work, I head out to transfer the water while it is raining.  In flip flops.  I took the first step and went flying, landing mostly on my left buttock but with stair imprints on my lower back and shoulder blade, as well as a nasty bruise above my left elbow.  Fortunately, I didn't land on any boney parts and was OK in about 10 days.

And the latest one was just this week.  I had to drive 6 hours to a funeral for a friend of mine's mother.  I was late leaving so when I realized about 20 minutes away from home that I'd forgotten to bring something for another friend I'd be seeing, as well as a few other things, and I decided I wouldn't turn around and I'd just keep going.  Then about 30 minutes later, I realized that I'd left all the maps I'd carefully printed sitting on my kitchen table, as well as my address book for the numbers where my friends were staying with their parents.  I have their regular numbers in my phone but not their parents!  I just kept going - I knew I could get to the generally neighbourhood where they lived and figured I could ask for directions.  I got there!

[Kaora]

I'm glad others have done evil things to printers and the like. 

I admit to being gleeful on the day I could finally lay my old computer to rest.  I'd had it up to HERE with the thing, and it had been driving me 'round the twist for months with glitches, sloooooooow loading, rude noises and general attitude.  So I got everything off it that was needed, took it out the back, and shot it.  Repeatedly.

This guy and I must have the same printer-- we have the exact same problems (It's an Epson 660 Workforce It's good when it prints, almost never jams, BUT...):

http://syacartoonist.com/inconvenienced-2
http://syacartoonist.com/inconvenienced-3

Our old HP 800C was probably our best printer, our past two HPs have been extremely finicky and like making faces at our futile attempts to print.  Le sigh 

[cabbagegirl28]

I've decided to make some letters-shirts for my little, since I didn't give her as many as I'd like. BG for those who don't know what I'm talking about: When I say letters-shirts, I mean shirts with the Greek letters of my fraternity.

However, I had several facepalmy moments.

A. I couldn't iron one set of letters unless I wanted to give Little what were fuzzy snowman letters that got melted by my iron. Still ended up accidentally ironing one of the letters and needing to replace it.
B. I accidentally ironed a small part of my carpet (It's my personal carpet, not my roommate's or the school's, thank goodness!).
C. I had to completely restitch one letter on the unironable letters-shirt because it looked like I sewed it on while I was on stuff I have never consumed in my life.

That's not my first issue with sewing though. I've had major thread knot disasters and a burn on my hand (which is still visible) from not putting the iron on the piece of cardboard serving as an ironing board. I've stuck my needle in my leg because I forgot I was wearing shorts instead of jeans (I put the needle in my jeans to hold it), I've "found" 5 of my needles while cleaning in my bare feet, and I came somewhat close to threading my lip.

I swear, I'm not this ridiculous all the time. 

How to solve this problem: http://www.designergreek.com/designshop.html

I have a hoodie from there with my letters on it.

I would, but I can sew my own letters for cheaper, since I got a bunch of fabric from my big and sweatshirts are $8, t-shirts $3 at Wal-Mart. But I'll probably get one in the future.

[LadyMisha]

The next thing I know, the bottle comes flying back up the stairs, spraying everything (including me) with soda.  IT WAS AWESOME.

<hooting with laughter>

Oh, you reminded me of a similar incident!  We used to keep our 2 liters of sodas on top of the fridge.  My DD pulled open the freezer door and one of the bottles apparently hadn't been pushed back quite enough and was just enough on the door to cause it to fall straight down to the tile floor, burst in a SPECTACULAR blaze of glory and shot across our entire den to come to rest at the front door.  My DD and I looked at each other and laughed like hyenas on catnip!  Like yours, our was diet, but we were finding little splatters for weeks that we'd missed.   

** edited because I find I cannot spell correctly at 3 am!

[Midnight Kitty]

Aside from trying to catch a falling iron, you mean?

Or trying to put out several flaming votives with a garden hose? (water + flaming wax = bad idea)

But my personal favorite - not my duh! moment but my eldest son's: he's at a mall, and sees a clothes steamer at Brookstone. They are demo-ing it, and he'd like to see how it works. So he aims it at his t-shirt (which is ON him at the time) and gives himself massive steam burns across his stomach .... 

A long time ago I tried to catch a falling hot iron and somehow, I don't remember how, I burned the back of my shoulder.

I know I'm a klutz.  I've put the container filled with hot liquid down just inches shy of the counter too many times to count.  But really, how could I burn the back of my shoulder?  My husband at the time was abusive, so no one believed I did it to myself.  Usually correct, but this time it was me. I still have a faint scar & I still can't remember how I did it. 

[Nora]

Most recent and continual stupidity is that I keep putting too much stuff on top of the fridge and I keep getting beaned by the dog treats. Then I have to chase the dog around the house before she eats 1/4 kilo of dried liver and throws up after getting hyper off the iron and vitamins.

I've so BTDT! You'd think I'd learn to put the treats somewhere else!

[squeakers]

Be careful buying generic medicine: facial cleanser is not the same as diaper cream and does not help with chafing one bit.  Or one's ego when family find out what you did.

Exact same tube, coloring and size.. nasty irritation instead of blissful soothing. 

[Xallanthia]

Had a great pratfall at my BFF's home this weekend...  Sitting on a very lightweight folding chair at her kitchen table, I was trying to reach the pieces to the board game we were playing and sat forward just a touch too much.  I sat on the veeery edge of the chair, which tipped forward, dropping me square on my bottom, and then collapsed, hitting me rather hard at the base of my skull (right where my head meets my neck).

I sat there for a good 15-20 seconds trying to process what had happened, whether or not I was badly hurt, and how I could react to either without further terrifying their 8-month-old son, who was also rather startled by how fast I had crashed into his space--he was playing under the table.  Hubby and my friends were trying to get my attention during this time without much success.

Once I got back up and had determined that it was sort of funny, I felt a little rattled but it didn't really hurt much (I do have a nice big bruise now though), and the baby was soothed, my BFF's husband commented that he now had a real-life example of the roleplaying mechanic "Stunned for two rounds."

[blueyzca01]

Just last night, my boyfriend decided to make himself a sundae with mint chocolate chip ice cream and hot fudge sauce.  Too bad he ended up with mint chocolate chip ice cream with chinese hoisin sauce topping!

Ohhh noo!

A friend of mine received a "chocolate" sundae.  Unfortunately, it was ice cream and balsamic vinegar. 

This is actually very good with good vanilla ice cream, fresh strawberries, and sugar. Or at least I think so.

Off topic, but worthwhile:  try sliced strawberries, balsamic vinegar and a little freshly ground black pepper...so. good.

[Firecat]

Had a great pratfall at my BFF's home this weekend...  Sitting on a very lightweight folding chair at her kitchen table, I was trying to reach the pieces to the board game we were playing and sat forward just a touch too much.  I sat on the veeery edge of the chair, which tipped forward, dropping me square on my bottom, and then collapsed, hitting me rather hard at the base of my skull (right where my head meets my neck).

I sat there for a good 15-20 seconds trying to process what had happened, whether or not I was badly hurt, and how I could react to either without further terrifying their 8-month-old son, who was also rather startled by how fast I had crashed into his space--he was playing under the table.  Hubby and my friends were trying to get my attention during this time without much success.

Once I got back up and had determined that it was sort of funny, I felt a little rattled but it didn't really hurt much (I do have a nice big bruise now though), and the baby was soothed, my BFF's husband commented that he now had a real-life example of the roleplaying mechanic "Stunned for two rounds."

I hope you don't mind that I laughed out loud at this. Because, if my DH or I trips or stumbles or something, we're apt to say something like "Oops....blew that reflex save!"

[Midnight Kitty]

One of our memorable "ohnomoments" was when we were on vacation in DH's hometown in the Midwest.  We house/pet sat for friends.  They have a house with a detached garage in the back; Two different buildings, two different keys.  We were leaving, locking up carefully.  We made sure we had everything with us because once we locked the keys in the kitchen, we would not be able to get back into the house.

Suitcases - check!
Purse - check! 
Car keys - check! 

OK, put the keys on the kitchen table, close door, check to make sure it is locked.

Now how do we get into the garage?  The key is on the ring with the house key ... on the kitchen table ... locked in the house