Blonde

Yesterday I worked with Kenny all day, for about 12 hours. It was fun and exhausting. When I work with him, I'm concentrating and working with numbers constantly. I didn't get a break for 5 hours, which happens, but it does a number on the mind when it's all over with. When we were done, one of his colleages was talking to me about something and I had to ask him several times to clarify what he was saying. I was thinking one thing, he was saying another, and my mind was fried, rightfully so. I know he walked away from the conversation thinking I was a complete moron, an airhead, a ditz, whatever, and I assure I WAS NOT. It bothers me so much still that he is thinking this. So I talked to him about it before we came home, and I still think he thinks I am. I was explaining why I was thinking what I was thinking based on a previous situation, and he said he understood, but I know he was all, "The boss' wife is a dumb blonde." I just know it. And it is still bothering me, even after we came home, even after sleeping, it's still driving me nuts!!! Kenny sometimes does this to me to, where he'll say or ask me something without much information, and I need him to tell me something more before I can answer or help him, and when I ask for more info, it's like I'm an airhead. I SWEAR I'M NOT. SERIOUSLY. I keep it together 8 hours a day with wild smart children who don't belong to me. An airhead could not do that. No way. I keep this house together and I planned a beautiful wedding where everything went off without a hitch and an airhead couldn't do that. I was on the Dean's List in college and had several honors, an airhead couldn't do that. I'm just trying to make myself feel better by stating all these things, but the bottom line is, I really do have my shit together, and that guy, as awesome as a colleage that he is to Kenny, made me feel like a dumbass. Ugh.

(okay, now I'm off my soapbox...and I'm going outside to work in the gorgous weather!!)