"I came, I saw, I forgot what I was
doing, retraced my steps, and got
distracted on my way back. I have
no idea what's going on and now
I have to pee."
Sassy Sarcastic Journal Publishing
I can actually remember back when
I thought this was funny . . . and now
it's a reality come back to haunt me.
Go figure!
The bad side of this joke on me, is
that I have to do the stairs both ways,
and then forgetting what I was going
to do is sooooo NOT funny! The good
side of this little game I seem to be
playing, is that I'm actually getting
some exercise . . . ha!
I'm trying to figure out this annoying
conundrum . . . Have I always been
this forgetful and simply don't recall?
Or, is this really part of the surprise
hand I'm dealt as I get older? Or, is
it that I've housed so much clutter
in my brain that no new data fits?
Or is it . . . d) all of the above?!
Wondering here if maybe I could
make some extra shekels inventing
an attached at the waist notebook
for oldsters?! We could wander
the world with said notebook in
one hand and a pencil in the other.
"Making a list and checking it
twice . . . " But, knowing me, I'd
probably lose the pencil or break
the lead!
I was going to take a class on
improving memory, but I can't
remember where I put damn
paper work! ~@#$%^&*()_+
say what is your name
i barely remember mine
no laughing matter
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