I mean, I get some of my best ideas while on the throne and in the shower. And on this particular occasion, the idea was plain brilliant (in my mind, at least) while I was in the ladies’ room. I washed my hands and the idea that was bright and burning mere seconds ago slipped straight down the drain with the soapy water.
What’s up with that?
Tell me that I’m not alone in this strange black hole of vanishing thoughts. Somebody come alongside me!
And it’s not like I don’t fight it. I’m pretty well organized; some may go as far as to call me the Mayor of Analville. Y’all know who you are. *side eye*
I have pen and paper everywhere. Except the bathroom. Hmmm. Note to self…
Thing is, this keeps happening to me. My mom says I suffer from brain overload; she might be on to something. And I know I’m approaching a “special” birthday, but this memory loss/close encounters of the embarrassing kind is a bit disconcerting.
Cases in point:
1. I order tickets in January for an event to be held in Florida in March. Tickets arrive; I don’t remember to look at them until the very day of the event–while driving to it. I had intended to buy tickets for the Sunday show; I show up on Sunday with tickets for the Saturday show. Only the grace and favor of God got me in. Still shaking my head eight months later.
2. I order knee-highs online; pack them away until I’m ready to use them. Pull a pair out; they’re kinda slack but I can’t work out why. After a few days of this strangeness, I decide to read the package. I bought size QT, which fits women weighing 170 to 284 pounds. I weigh 120 pounds.
3. I went to the theater one evening in October and changed outfit in the bathroom at work before heading to the event. I get home after the event and start to panic because I can’t find the pants of the two-piece outfit I had worn to work. I begin to ponder how I’d explain my dilemma to the custodial workers on the job.
Me: Um, has anyone reported finding a pair of pants in the ladies’ room?
Them: What? A pair of pants? Whose pants?
Me: *hangs head* I think I left my pants in one of the bathroom stalls.
Them: *blank stares*
Well, after much frantic pacing and retracing my steps throughout the house (by then it was after midnight), I realized that the pants had fallen out of the bag and between the mattress and the foot board in my bedroom.
I covet your prayers.
Any “funny stuff” happening to your memory?