Ding dong

by Renae Brumbaugh

 

Sometimes I do something so unbelievable, I scratch my head and ask myself, “Did that really just happen?” Actually, those moments occur more than just sometimes. They seem to transpire more and more often, lately. Each time, I think I’ve accomplished the ultimate unbelievable event, and I’ll never top it. But then, a few days or weeks later, something even more preposterous will happen, and I’ll realize that I am indeed an incredible person. Not the amazing-and-awesome kind of incredible. Nope. More the I-didn’t-believe-anyone-couldreally- be-that-astonishingly-clueless kind of incredible.