Okay, some day you get the bear and some days the bear gets you. Guess what kind of day this is.

Start the day off with it being the anniversary of a very special, albeit melancholy memory of love … me wearing the charm he gave me on a necklace in memory … like I needed reminding.

I offer this by way of explanation … although there really is none.

This morning I began the day laying things out to make my wonderful macaroni salad as my contribution for the annual political party picnic. And discovered I was missing the green olives … no problem … just have to run to the store. Later.

Macaroni salad makings back in the refrigerator.

A quick trip to the store later and all is ready to get started. Life is good. The picnic will probably be my happy thing for my blog today and I sip on my now cold cup of coffee. Thats fine … its hot out anyway.

Macaroni salad makings back out.

Then I decide to check my email to see when the picnic starts … and do a quick search on “picnic”. To my surprise, I see … the picnic is not today … it’s on the 12th … she said.

So I immediately send a reply email to the head of the party, telling him what a boob I am and asking when the office will be open in the coming week to volunteer for a few hours. Then I call my friend Linda to tell her I was wrong and cancel plans to go to it.

Macaroni salad makings put away.

You know, sometimes I just amaze myself with my stupidity.

Flash forward to later this morning.  I am getting about all the things to be done on a fine summer day. Up pops a calendar. Funny, the 12th doesn’t fall on a weekend. Hmmm. And then I look at the email … it’s from 2009.

Amazing. I’m not going to the $%(&!^@ picnic. End of discussion.

And its not so bad that I’m a boob, but now the chairman of the party has an email from me saying I’m a boob and proving my boob-dom in yet another way. Wonderful.

I REcall my friend Linda to tell her what a boob I am … again. And she cheerfully says “Oh great, I really wanted to go to the picnic.”

Macaroni salad makings back out.

As I am up getting dressed for a picnic I don’t want to go to making macaroni salad I don’t want to make, the phone rings. My friend Linda. “Hey, how about I come by and pick you up and we go to the store to get something to take to the picnic and then head on in?”

Macaroni salad makings back in the refrigerator.

Poor things don’t know if they are coming or going. Definitely not going. The macaroni salad, that is. Me? I’m going. If for no other reason than to laugh at myself. And have something to blog about. When Linda called she said she had something for me to add to todays entry.

I can hardly wait.

UPDATE — four hours later …

You know, as Linda said, some days you are the windshield and some days you are the bug … today is a bug day all around … lol. hmm. Not unlike the bear comment I made earlier …

So my friend picked me up in her black F-150 Ford Truck … and we set off to find a suitable offering for the picnic. Each having found a yummy dessert … the best Martins Grocery had to offer … we continued on our way.

Laughter all around as I told my macaroni salad story and she told her barely contained anger story (another day) and we arrived at the park for the picnic. Lots of people. Lots and lots of people. Lots of signs.

No signs. For our group.

There WERE however loads of people in matching yellow shirts with the snake emblem and the words “Don’t Tread On Me” … suffice it to say, without getting political, that we were NOT there to attend the county Tea Party picnic.  Making sure the windows were up and doors locked, we cautiously crept through the crowd hoping to escape with our bumper stickers intact … decidedly NON-Tea-Party-ish. After laughing like idiots, I called the party chairman to find out where the picnic was.

No answer.

So we headedover to the other side of the park. And there, in the parking lot was a GIANT bus with a smiling candidates picture saying he was running for Senate and had indeed been a LIFETIME CONSERVATIVE.

At this point, my friend Linda started choking on her laughter. It seems that the candidate had the exact same name as a long distance truck driver she had had a torrid love affair with lo those many years ago. Definitely NOT a lifetime conservative. Now both of us were laughing uncontrollably. So I called the chairmans wife to see where the picnic was.

No answer.

Having gone through all the pavillions in the place, and finding no party faithful, we left in pursuit of someone who might know where the picnic was … feeling more than a little like the children on milk cartons. (Have you seen this picnic?)

Suddenly my phone rang, and after much laughter and a few false buttons pushed (I’m phone challenged) there was the chairman … who informed me that the picnic was definitely in that park … NEXT SUNDAY.

The lunch of Taco’s and Chili Rellenos was wonderful. I got guacamole to go.