I’ve never played Random Tuesday Thoughts before but I really feel uniquely qualified lately since I can’t keep a thought in my head for more than a few seconds these days.  So here I go!  Watch me jump from the high dive!

I get too many magazines.   I put them in a big basket on the coffee table and when they start to spill over, I organize them and straighten them up.  I do this several time a week but I never actually read a magazine until the one from the next month comes, then I flip through the old one quickly and throw it away.   This seems psychotic to me …

Uh-oh, indeed.

I have several things in my life that I just can’t get to “perfect” on.  One is patio furniture.  I have changed my patio furniture five times in the last few years and I always just miss the mark.  Too big, too small, too low, too high, round, square, rectangle, picnic, bistro, beach cottage, distressed, daybed-ish, whatever… I just keep going.  It’s a revolving door.  But here’s the bad news:  that’s just one thing.  Other areas of persistent dissatisfaction include egg poachers, french presses, sneakers, suitcases (especially carryons), purses, sunglasses, cosmetic products of all kinds, closet organization items, gardening gloves …  I have more but I’m realizing this sounds psychotic, too!  Are all of my random thoughts psychotic?  Oh, dear …

Neat thing about my husband?  He can peel an orange in one long, curly strip.  Not so neat thing about my husband?  He doesn’t know where the trash can is.

He was so close ...

I would wear tennis clothes every day if I could.  I feel slightly entitled since I actually play tennis but I know deep down, it’s a throwback to the 80′s preppy thing.   What’s up with that?  I don’t remember my mom pining for the days of poodle skirts and wearing them around the house three decades after her first go-round with the trend.  Anyway, isn’t there a rule about revisiting a trend you actually participated in?   Like, don’t go there?

At my son’s first grade Open House, we found this among the many, many awesome things his teacher had displayed:

Really? Seriously? He boils seven years of dedicated service down to "My mom is pretty much my short order cook"? And WTF am I wearing? What's with the ears! And why am I floating?

My son and I have made a pinky swear promise (it’s SACRED, people!) that we would walk to school every day until school is over.   This year they had a Walk to School Wednesdays program where the kids get a special sticker that they wear all day if they’ve walked.   We have participated a measly four or five times.  It’s only a 10 minute walk for us and really, it’s lovely.  We chitter chatter and hold hands and walk out of our way to avoid the crossing guard I hate.  But at his core, he’s just like me.  Four days in and he’s already looking to sweeten the deal.  “If we walk every morning this week, can we go get ice cream to celebrate on Friday?”  “Will you buy me a new umbrella if weather.com thinks it might rain?”  “What if we just walked on Wednesdays so we could get the sticker and then drove the other days?”   The apple doesn’t fall very far from the tree, indeed.  I had some of the same thoughts this morning.  Especially the ice cream one …

How long is this supposed to be?  I really feel like I could do this all day but I won’t.  I’ll just wrap it up by saying thank GOD there’s no Cohesive Thought Monday.   I would be screwed …

Thanks, Keely, for Random Tuesday Thoughts!