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When I talk to people about things like architecture and design and art history, I usually feel pretty smart. I know a lot about construction techniques, including systems work and finishing. I can hold my own in a conversation about food and wine, AutoCAD and Photoshop, and most kinds of music. But this morning, I feel like an idiot.

My brakes on my car started sticking to the point that the car is almost un-drivable. I took it to the brake shop, and they showed me everything that was wrong, and explained how much it would cost to fix it. I had no idea what they were talking about. I was completely at their mercy, and they knew it.

So I told them I have to call my "husband" first and talk to him about it. (Tom and I have been together for quite a while, but are not married. I only use the term "husband" occasionally when I think I need it.) I talked to Tom, and then handed my cell phone to the brake guy, and had Tom talk to him. I'm pretty sure I'm only paying for what I need done.

So I guess I'm totally car-dumb. Not too people-dumb, and not too money-dumb. What are you dumb about?

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And shiny too.
thurd grad educayshun n i kin red n writ n cipher sum
Smart ain't all that great. I've been "smart" and had my heart broken. I've thought I was "smart" and hurt the feelings of others.

"Smart" is subjective. You get what I think you think?

I be rather dumb and like it.
Me too! - Although not online /;->
Clod Hopper makes me look like a moron when it comes to architecture, design, art, food and wine.
I just tell everybody that I don't know SHIT.
I know Shit! He lives around the corner and I know his wife, I'donna Care!
We go to the same school.

They are much dumber than me. I get treats to leave early.
I know lots of stuff that has little or no relationship to having a happy and fulfilling life.
Your not dumb in a very entertaining way.
I can BS my way out of a brown paper bag if needed....
In all actuality, I'm certain about a few things...and know nothing about others.
Brown paper bags I know about. At the commissary they always ask Plastic or paper? They always set the brown paper bag up ready to fill, before they ask.
"Plastic" I say. They all look offended.
Then I say, "I live in an RV. I don't have room for a bunch of paper bags".
I keep thinking, "Why am I so damn absent minded"? I have six cloth bags in the car. I always forget to take them in with me. I have a whole shelf full of plastic bags that I need to take to recycling. If I could remember that when I leave the RV. So, what I need to do is BS myself out of a plastic bag.
KarenSme; have I qualified? Can I come back? I'll take Kevin's place. I can bore you.
I am women dumb. I can do fairly well in almost any situation except when I with a woman. Then I mess up anything and everything possible.




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