In a hurry to get off to Atlanta for Thanksgiving, my mind was wandering and I put anti- frizz cream on my face this morning. Now if I was sporting a full beard that might have been ok. I’m not…
I’ve put a dozen eggs in the freezer, milk in the cabinet, and a book in the microwave.
I’ve found countless cups of coffee in the microwave that were put there to reheat and then forgotten.
Speaking of forgetting, I made a huge pot of seafood gumbo one evening and left it on the stove to cool before putting it in the fridge. The next day – and I’m not talking morning – I found it still on the stove top. It was plenty cool by then, don’t you think?
I continuously rethink the reason of why I walked into a room. Was I after a specific item or just wandering listlessly through the house?
On any given day I ask myself, “Where’s my kindle, my glasses, my scissors? Where did I leave my glass of OJ?”
I’m hoping this is all because I multitask too much. My mind is whirring a mile a minute. It could be because I’m getting older. We all do…
What item of yours have you found in a peculiar place?