So if I was back on the recess field in elementary school, and we were picking teams for Red Rover, or capture the flag, I’m not sure I’d pick me.
Heck, If I was my own college roommate, I’d probably put in for a room transfer.
Because I’m so flighty..
especially now that I’m 53.
I lose things, forget names and have to drive back home to make sure I unplugged the iron.
I’m just a lot of work right now and I’m exhausted babysitting my own self.
We are heading out for parent’s week-end today at my daughter’s college, and I have been searching for two items for almost two whole days;
my favorite bra and my mini-clothes steamer.
Let me remind you, we are temporarily living in a tiny apartment with basically no furniture so there are only so many places these things can be..
I’m not wearing the bra
I checked the trash can.
I actually do that a lot lately..
checking the trash can.
You see, deep down, I’m not at all confident I wouldn’t throw random stuff into the trash while I’m busy doing other stuff like watching TV. “Oh look, it’s Pope Francis getting off the plane!” I can see myself thinking as I tie my beautiful Victoria’s Secret bra around my steamer and toss them both onto a pile of wet coffee grounds in the kitchen rubbish bin.
Hey, I’m telling you, it could have happened just like that!
My bra and my steamer are gone- How else to explain it??
It’s like they rolled off the side of a Carnival Cruise ship after a night of wild partying..never to be seen again!
The good news is I found a bar of chocolate my husband was hiding from me way in the back of his bathroom drawer..
OH YUM, YUM, YUMMMMMMYYYYY!!
What was I looking for again?
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