Ever just chuckle at yourself?

I enjoy a good laugh... at my own expense. Like a couple of weeks ago when I decided to cook my way through a cookbook. ME?! A bread baking book too! What was I thinking?
Uh. I wasn't thinking. It was a momentary flight of grandeur, with little basis in reality.  Because the very next week I was baking out of a box and by this week, I'd totally forgot about the whole bread baking thing!
Only by scrolling down on this very blog, did I remember I'd started the project.
There must've been a cloud passing over my head that day, carrying this idea in it. But the cloud has passed on and is probably hovering somewhere over Montana now.
Me? I'm still here in B'burg. With new clouds of ideas over my head.

My box baking foray from last week:

This handy-dandy little mix took all of 3 minutes to prep and throw in a pan. Then it baked and "TaDa!" it was ready.
My review: it didn't taste like my mom's apple cake recipie I recalled with fondness when I spotted the box at the grocery. The marketing fooled me. (Hey, sometimes T.J.'s box mixes are good.) This one didn't knock my socks off. Still, it made my kitchen smell good and that pan of baked bread looked very cozy. (Basically, the guys ate it).
What gives you cause to chuckle about yourself?