The Great Estimator

D and I were driving home from breakfast yesterday, and I drove her by a nearby park with tennis courts and a basketball court. I said it would be fun to walk there from the house and play a game of tennis or basketball. D said, "Walk here?! Are you kidding me??!!" I didn't understand what the big deal was. I said it's probably about 1.2 miles from our house. I set my tripometer, and sure enough, it was *exactly* 1.2 miles from our house.

I'm psychotically good at estimating things... I'm not sure why, but I think I inherited it from both of my parents. My dad is the same way as me, and my mom has always been able to guess the time within a few minutes of the actual time - even when we've been gone all day without any clocks around.

This comes in handy for me, because I like to measure all my food to keep track of it on fitday. I bought a scale that's great to have, but I only use it once or twice/week - just to make sure I'm still guestimating properly. Last Sunday, I cut a piece of filet mignon, and I was trying to cut a 3 oz piece. I put my slice on the scale, and it was *exactly* 3.00 oz.

My friend Lisa says I should find a way to make money out of my great estimation skills. I think there are jobs for people like me in the circus.