Memories are a funny thing, in the retelling of them something may be forgotten, deliberately omitted, or added.
I can remember measurements from jobs long over and yet forget dates – not a good thing on the domestic front but I plead a lack of intent and if need be the fall back of I’m a man and we seem to be noted for such things – maybe it’s a genetic thing and absolution exists in that….I haven’t tried that particular approach yet but it sounds promising.
Discovered today was a sisters birthday – something I’ve known or knew in the past but slipped away from me.
When things like this happen I make a note to make a note – if I don’t get sidetracked I do so on the comp, place it in a folder I won’t “forget”, and then forget where I put the folder – sometimes like Rodney Dangerfield it ain’t easy being me…..if I had the kind of money he had I’d hire someone to remember these things for me.
We were going to send a cake….but a problem arose with our last attempt and the best we could do was convince the Beatles to sing Happy Birthday.
Since I don’t have RD’s money and know the sister reads the blog I figure this may work – anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.