Common Sense, Or Lack There Of

Yesterday, my baby sister told me in a very non-babysister tone, that she was the one with common sense and I was the smart one. I was very much ruffled by this declaration! I think I have common sense and I certainly am not more intelligent than the average person. I got a bit defensive and declared that I had common sense. There was silence on the line for a bit, until she firmly declared "You do not." Last night, as I was tossing and turning, tormented by her remark, I remembered that big sister had also once said the same thing! Outraged, I realized that my sisters thought I was common-sense less!

This morning, I thought perhaps that I should have a blog vote--let my readers decided if I have common sense or not. But then I got to thinking of the time I locked myself out of the school and had to huddle for warmth in the box of my truck. I also remembered when I spray painted my face yellow and left my truck lights on. I tried to forget how my truck rolled away yesterday because I parked it on a hill in neutral or how I managed to unfreeze my emergency brake only to backup myself into a snow drift the next day. But thankfully I forgot how I once had to spend the night in my classroom because I lost my keys and how I drove around for two months before I realized I didn't have car insurance.

So, all of events may suggest to the untrained eye that I indeed have no common senese--or at least rotten luck. But I know better. I mean, who could endure all of those trials yet remain unscathed and still be in love with my job. Beat that sisters!

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