My mind is “bended.” The young hipsters in our brigade updated my mental acuity with the “Split-wise” app. Although it took me forever to wrap my mind around this updated version of a spreadsheet ala Excel, I think I get it. What I do get, is that I have learned to trust the youth who help us to walk right up to our sights, find the proper bus/metro/water taxi and figure out the best way to rectify balances.
Of course, this comes as no shock to anyone who knows me. When a friend arrived today and went shopping with me, she made an interesting observation. My sister and I both had our shirts on inside out! Really? I apologize for the possible genetic flaw again, dear daughter and son. And Gabe. I just do things a little backwards sometimes.
However, the tag on the inside of my shirt, which was on the outside of my person, displayed the designer. Aptly, the name on my tag was, “For Cynthia.” She had a hand in the process!