Color blindness

I set about painting my son's room today. We knew, when we moved in, that the room was orange. We also knew that it would be painted. The following conversation took place, between and and my husband, following the application of the first coat of primer.

Me: *phew* holy... that room is going to need a few coats of primer before I can paint it
J: well DUH it's bright freaking yellow
Me: *blink* um..honey..it's orange

Hi, my name is...

There is a woman that I met in September. Her youngest goes to the same preschool as Z and her oldest goes to the same Elementary school as K and S. So, basically, we talk every day. There was a catch though. I didn't know her name. For those of you who know me well, it's very likely that she told me her name and I didn't hear it. Or...she told me her name and I forgot it as soon as she said it. I wasn't worried about my own embarrassment, because, seriously it takes more than that to embarrass me (if I ever figure out what embarrasses me, I'll let you know). I didn't want to hurt her feelings, by not remembering her name. So, yesterday I give her this piece of paper with my contact info, address, phone number, email addy, etc...as we'd already discussed getting together on numerous occasions. Today I'm talking to her and she mentions that she needed to get a bag of salt for when she finished shoveling her driveway. I'm like "dude, I totally have an extra bag...just take it!". So she follows me home and I give her the bag of salt. Finally, in a moment of bravery, I say "I have to ask. I didn't want to hurt your feelings by not remembering and I don't even know if you ever told me, but...what is your name?"...she said "C...do you wanna hear something funny? I didn't know YOUR name until you handed me the piece of paper yesterday"

...I'm still laughing