So I still have a couple of other things to tell you about last weekend. First, look at this picture I took of my car's odometer.
Only 1,100 miles to go until 200,000! If you haven’t already read my post about my awesome car, click this link immediately to read about the greatest vehicle on earth.
Not to brag or anything (because I know you’re all so jealous), but I am so freakin’ excited about hitting this 200,000 mile mark. We have people who come to our office to wash our cars while we work, and when my little Saturn hits the big milestone, I am totally gonna spring for a car wash. Yeah.
Another thing about this weekend: I went to my first Mensa meeting.
I’ll let that sink in a minute…
Yes, I was a guest. BAH-HA-HA! Did I have you fooled?
Everybody was really nice and not like all, “What the hell is she doing here.” People were just talking about stuff and I was psyched to hear one lady say that she, too, likes Kath and Kim. So now you know what the smart people watch.
I was almost a member of Mensa a few years ago when I lived in Utah. One day I got the mail and I couldn’t believe it when I saw an envelope with a return address that said, “The Mensa Institute.” I remember thinking, how did they find me? It was addressed specifically to me, not my brainiac husband, which I thought was kind of odd because he was the one with the Ph.D.
“Hey, look what I got in the mail,” I said, waving the unopened envelope in front of him. “The Mensa Institute wants me!”
He took the envelope from me and gave it a look. “Mesa,” he said. “The Mesa Institute wants you.”
I grabbed the envelope back from him and sure enough, it was some stupid Mesa Institute looking for a donation. Dammit!
Okay, so I wasn't almost a member of Mensa. But I still got to go to a Mensa meeting this weekend. That should count for something.