What Was I Thinking?

No…I mean this literally… what in the hell was I just thinking? I swear, the older I get the more forgetful I get. More to the point – I’m going insane. I’m beginning to think there are poltergeists living in my house. Car. Office. Following me around in my back pocket. It’s awful.

Case in point.

Yesterday I went to help a friend with her computer. She didn’t have a disk she needed and I knew I had one at home. I go home to get it. I find it. All is well. Then, being the forward thinker I am, I decide to see if there is anything else I might need (since I was there, and all). I’m looking through my disks. I see one that I ponder, then reject, setting aside so I think. I look through a couple of other things, and in the back of my mind decide maybe I need that other disk after all. Do you see what’s coming here? Do you? YES. You figured it out. I CAN’T FIND THE FRIGGIN’DISK. WTF? It was just in my hand. I saw it. I handled it. I’m sure I put it down right there.

I tore my office apart looking for that disk. Did I ever find it? No. What does that say about me? Did I really have it to start with?

Later, Hubby calls me at home and says we need the XYZ paper to send to the government office. Could I please get it out? Oh, sure, I’m thinking… we just made a copy of it the other day. I remember this. I know I had it.

Again, the “Let’s make Sue crazy” fairies were at work. No paper. Anywhere. Once more I looked everywhere. E V E R Y W H E R E.

What is happening here? I’m loosing everything… and suspect my mind is what is really lost… If you find it, please return it. I’ve decided maybe I need it.

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3 thoughts on “What Was I Thinking?”

  1. Where were the cats at the time and what were they doing…??
    Especially Snobby…she’s got a mean streak in her.

  2. If you are at all familiar with the Rose is Rose comic strip, Rose and her husband run into this problem all of the time. The author (whose name escapes)has explained this phenomena to my satisfaction. Especially since it takes my failing memory off of the hook. Not always (so they don’t blow their cover)inanimate objects develop the ability to camoflauge themselves. Hence when you are looking for keys they may appear to you to be nothing more than a cup or small stack of bill. Works for me.

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