Misidentifying Mishaps

Everyone does silly things occasionally, but sometimes I feel like I do it more than occasionally. This week, for the third time that I can remember – even though there’s probably a lot more times than that – I thought something was something else and used it as that something else.


The first example of this was this week. I got my hair cut short for the first time in four years and mistook this as raspberry scented mousse. I went out to my husband’s cousin’s house the day I got my hair cut, and felt all cute and sassy. A few hours later, as I was going to bed I realized that this is actually shaving cream. I was laughing so hard at myself. The funny thing is this shaving cream actually kind of did the trick for my hair. I won’t be using it again for mousse anytime soon, but at least I got some entertainment out of it.


This item isn’t actually the exact item I mistook, but it’s close enough so I’ll use it as my example. When I was younger, maybe in junior high school, I was sitting in my room with my sister and my cousin when I saw this sitting in my room. So I put some on my hand and rubbed it all over my legs as lotion. For some reason it was super sticky and wasn’t rubbing in at all. My sister and cousin started laughing at me and I realized that I had put body wash all over my legs. The most embarrassing part of this is that I didn’t put it back in the shower afterwards, I just left it in my bedroom. I’m such a nerd that a couple of days later I grabbed the bottle and did the same thing all over again. After it wouldn’t rub in again I realized what I had done, and was laughing so hard at myself that I could barely pull myself up off the floor to tell my sister how much of a dork I am.


And my third and final story, is the most embarrassing of all. I’ve been married for two years now and have just started cooking since I got married. I’m learning a lot and still have a long way to go. When we first got married I decided that we should have somebody new over for dinner once a month so that I would be motivated to learn to cook more and invite people to our cute little place. I was in the middle of preparing a brand new recipe before a couple of our friends came over when I had to press some garlic. So I grabbed this doohickey and threw some garlic in there and tried to get as much as I could out. It wasn’t working very well, but I swore up and down to my husband that this was the garlic press. Only a few weeks later, when I saw this same item in the store in a package labeled “citrus press” did I realize the embarrassing truth. I prefer to use a real garlic press, because it works a little better. But, at least I got a funny story out of it.

Has anybody else ever mistakenly used something as something else? Share stories and comments here!



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