Alas, I fear I am ever and
always a la quick and dirty!
I scan my calendar quickly.
I jot notes on it abbreviated
to the point that not even
God could understand them!
Today, at exactly this time,
I'm supposed to be at the
doctor's office. I canceled
because my calendar said I
had a dentist appointment.
It's not that I can't read . . .
it's simply 'twixt always
being in a hurry and 'tween
not able to read my own
handwriting, I mess up.
See how cleverly I got out
of blaming all this on aging
and half-hymers?!
I fear I'll be having more
incidents of this nature in
my future. Can't help but
wonder just excuses I'll
be giving myself?!
Where's my calendar . . .
Oh my God, no way in
Kingdom Come can I read
those scribbles!
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