What were you thinking?
Thursday Morning, as you drag the cans to the curb, think about the thirty-waist pants you bought becuase they were such a good deal, and you figured you’d be osing weight anyway, slap yourself gently in the face and think to yourself, “what was I thinking?” Look at an arial map of Chicago, and notice that every routh in, around, and through the Cit of CHicago is undergoing major construction, and ask the (rhetorical) question “what were they thinking?”. Look at where the oil filter is located on your car or truck and think to yourself “What were they thinking”?
Try and have a nice day. And if you can’t be good, be careful.

I have an entire shelf in my closet filled with pants sized one or two sizes too small with that (what was I) thinking. . .
Only it ain’t in the thirties. I haven’t seen that since the end of the first Bush’s presidency. . .
Jay, I know wherfrom you speak.
Hey I fit in those jeans now, I don’t live any where near Chicago, and I drive a Toyota pickup
Every day, I look at my wife & wonder why she said “yes” when I asked her to marry me. What was she thinking?
I’m just lucky I caught her in a weak moment :-)