It’s a known fact that sometimes I get stuff mixed up in my head. Over the years Tammy has learned how to unscramble some of my brain farts.
Today she figured out this one.
Tammy: I don’t want to watch this crap. (movie preview of The Secret Life of Walter Mitty)
Me: You like this guy.
Tammy: I do?
Me: Yeah, what’s his name… Ben Stiller.
Tammy: He’s OK. I like some of his movies.
Me: Wait, you like that other guy, Carol.
Tammy: You mean Steve Carell (laughing).
Me: Shut up.
Then a few minutes later there was this one…
Me: Wow, Steven Spiller already has a 100 yards.
Tammy: Who the hell is Steven Spiller?
Tammy: I don’t know if you mean Steven Jackson or C.J. Spiller.
Tammy: (laughing) I seriously don’t know who you mean right now. It could be Steven Jackson or C.J. Spiller. (laughing even harder) It’s prolly neither. It’s prolly Fred Jackson.
Me: (not laughing) It was C.J. Spiller.
Tammy: (wiping away tears) I don’t want you ever to get that fixed.
Me: I can’t get that fixed. Get what fixed?
Tammy: (still laughing) Your brain. You could take medicine or something to fix it, but I don’t want you to ever do that.
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