There are days that I feel like a moron. Just in general. And then there are days that I feel like an adoption-related moron. Today is one of those days.

You see, I’m busy addressing and stuffing envelopes for BigBrother’s 2nd birthday party. Yes, I’m on bed rest, planning a birthday party for just about two weeks before LittleBrother’s due date. Apparently I am some sort of glutton for punishment. Or, as I said, just a general moron.

I don’t keep an address book. I lose it if I keep it. So I keep addresses in various places on my computer. Why not all the same place? Again with the moron thing. I know most addresses by recollection. I have a thing for numbers. Well, okay, this isn’t entirely true. And I will explain.

I can remember phone numbers and zip codes with ease, especially in comparison to how easily I forget peoples’ names. Oh, yes, I stink at the name game. I don’t know why, but I do. But phone numbers and zip codes are my specialty. But that’s where it ends with numbers. Why? Well, for example, for four years now, I have been transposing two numbers in J and D’s house number address. I honestly cannot remember whether their address is XYZ or XZY. So, I’m waiting for D to log on so I can ask her, for the second time in as many months, what their box number is.

Yeah? Write it down? I’ve had it wrong, as in both ways, on my computer for four years. I don’t know which is right. If I write it down with pen, I fear writing it down wrong and then trusting that for another four years. Ah, transposing numbers! You’re why I struggled in my math classes! GRR!

Anyway. I know their zip code. And their telephone number. That counts, right?