Proof that I'm slowly pickling my brain with food preservatives and aspartame:

I recognize people, who recognize me back, but I cannot remember where I know them from. Today Matt and I were having lunch and a familiar face passed our table and I said "hi." Just as I was turning to Matt to ask him why he didn't say "hi," Matt asked, "You know that person?" I could have sworn I knew him through Matt or one of Matt's friends. See, even when I think I remember, I am totally off.

The worst ones are when I am totally clueless. Once while I was waiting for Matt a pair of delivery/moving men came out of our building elevator. One of them recognized me and started snapping his fingers while saying, "You're... You're..." This guy was a really big guy and I thought surely I would remember him for that alone. I said, "Jennifer" assuming that since I didn't think I knew him, he had got it wrong and that would dispell the situation. "Yes! Jennifer [insert last name here]" He practically shouted. As I looked confused and searched my brain, he tried jogging my memory with his name, the class we were both enrolled in college and the names of people who we both hung out with. It only made my humiliation worse. By that time, Matt came back from the car and I introduced him as my husband. The moving guy was pretty excited, shaking Matt's hand telling him congratulations. Finally, he had to go and get back to delivering appliances and after he left Matt asked me who that was. After witnessing the moving guy's enthusiasm, Matt thought it was amusing when I said, "I have no idea."

Darrett and I took Val out to a belated birthday dinner. Matt (who couldn't join us) and I gave her a gamecube video game and Darrett got her an anime DVD, although Darrett and I think that the perfect gift for Val would be an Orlando Bloom look alike who is interested in manga and/or anime. In the car, after dropping off Val, we started drafting cheesy ISO ads, but I think our search for Orlando will have go second on our list of perfect gift for friends right after our idea for Chad's day planner: Chad and his ladies.

I also told Darrett about the conversation Matt and I had when he dropped me off to meet them:

Matt: Do you want a cake maker?
Me: Um. Isn't that called an oven?
Matt: No. A special cake maker.
Me: Uh... (thinking special cake maker?)

Matt went on enthusiastically about a commercial he saw where you can make cakes filled with different things (ice cream, jello, different flavors of cake) in the center and I realize that I've also seen this commercial and I know what he is talking about. The Betty Crocker Bake 'n Fill. Darrett started laughing mid-story not only because he knew exactly what Matt meant, but because he couldn't believe that I made the oven remark and wanted to know how Matt reacted to it. He didn’t miss a beat.

Apparently my husband wants special cakes and I shall bake them for him. After Darrett told me I should make the baseball cake first, he said, “I’m guessing these are coming out of a box.” They sure are.