It happened today -- the thing I'd dreaded my whole life -- the thing I'd promised myself I would never allow.
The thing only people like my parents or teachers or... people much... how can I put this delicately?... older... than me would do.
I needed coffee to stay awake.
But that wasn't the worst part.
I pulled up to the drive-through window to pay for my caffeine infusion and realized...
...my wallet was at home.
Sure, this forgetfulness-spurt doesn't compare to the time Aunt Agatha forgot the garage door was down and pulled into the garage anyway. Or the time a lady 50 years my senior forgot her age and pinched my husband's butt... in public.
But still... I am getting old. I am forgetting things. And I just turned 27.
I think that's the worst part.
But despite all of this, there's one thing I won't forget. It's my writing-ideas. Some of you may scoff at this, but a few of us who are lacking brain-cells really do need creative ways to remember those random ideas that pop into our heads on the freeway, or during 2 a.m. insomnia attacks.
Here are a few ideas:
- Napkins. In an emergency, they make great writing paper. As long as you don't lose the napkin or use it in another type of emergency. (I'll leave that to your imagination.)
- Notebooks. You can never have enough tiny notebooks. In order to keep from looking like a female version of Columbo, though, you might want to get some cute sparkly books from the dollar store. And change out of that dark trench coat.
- There's always the skin God gave you. Maybe writing on it is a health hazard like your fourth grade teacher always told you, but what's worth more -- your brilliant idea or possible lead poisoning? I'll leave that for you to decide.
In all seriousness, ladies, I need your help in this forgetful stage of my life.
How do you remember your deets?
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I use notebooks. I have a whole pile of them. But the bad thing is my ideas are in like twenty different notebooks!
ReplyDeleteAnd don't feel bad about the drive-thru. I work at Chick-fil-a and am in drive thru and sometimes if I am not by my register I take an order, tell them the total (when it is something easy like a chicken sandwich or shake) and they come to the window and I am like "Uh, do you need something?" An old couple I did that too laughed at me so hard and told me I am not allowed to do that sort of thing for 50 more years! I do it all the time!