How bizarre would it be if I printed off my avatar and took it to my stylist and said, “like this.” Yeah, I thought so. Borderline psycho.
So it has come to my attention…or not…that my memory is not doing me any favors. At least three times in the last week my memory has had a short-circuit and failed me. Let’s see if I can remember…
Saturday I got into the van with Tom and the boys and immediately couldn’t find my sunglasses. My elfin-made, dried with the tears of fairies, waited for four freaking months and paid a fortune for, sunglasses. Tom was driving, I was tearing the van apart. I could read his mind (and he was stunned later when I told him, word for word, what he was thinking): “you waited four months and paid a freaking fortune for those sunglasses and you lost them?” Ten minutes later, I shifted in my seat, and there they were, stuck between my legs where I put them when I got into the van, got distracted by the boys, and promptly forgot that I put them there.
Yesterday morning I was in a hurry getting the boys into the van (seeing a theme here?) to drive A to school. Tom helped out, getting J strapped into his carseat. I got into the car, turned around to make sure both boys were buckled up, and lost my keys. Where were they? In the ignition, where I put them when I got in.
I…I can’t remember the third one, but it was similar to the first two.
So now I have to decide…is my family history of Alzheimer’s hitting me at the tender age of 34, or do I just need to learn to live in the moment better? I think it’s the latter, and I’d better get on that before the former bites me in the ass.
There was something else…what was it…oh yeah. And y’all probably thought I forgot…
I probably should print off my avatar and go for that haircut, huh?