I have been forgetful for as long as I can remember, which apparently is not very long. As a young girl I forgot swim suits in hotel rooms, making my father backtrack 50 miles or so to pick it up. Yep, he loves me. As a teenager I misplaced keys and other items. It was a phase I hoped to grow out of. I hoped that when I was an adult my mind of memory would come to me and I would be invincible. Well I will be 30 this year and can’t remember shit.
Today we tried to take some friends out for lunch, we really wanted to, They have been so supportive and kind to us since we have been back in Nola and we wanted to give a little back. So we enjoy this lovely lunch at Schiro’s ( a local restaurant/grocery and laundry mat). We get to pay and i walk my happy ass to the counter and look in my wallet to find my driver’s license, various old receipts but no bank card. Embarrassing. Let’s break that down; Em (I’m) barass (bare assed) ing (fuck). Soooooo….we give them what cash we have, walk our happy asses to the truck and drive home to get cash and a book I need to return to our friends. I first unload the laundry we had done from the truck. I get in the truck we drive to drop off cash and book and I realise I forgot the book. No biggee, I can return it this week. I hop out of the truck and cringe, I forgot to close the back of the truck, we drove with the gate down and the window flipped up.
They say now when you have children that women have momnesia. Yeah, I find it laughable. This would be believable if I hadn’t always been this way.
So today I learned that I can’t remember shit. Anyone for a game of “Memory”?