One recent night as I was reading rather late, I came across something that I wanted to note.
I raised myself from the chair and found my favourite pen by the computer. (Believe it or not, it was a freebie from my local tire shop, but it feels just right in my hand and writes really well.)
Then I realized that I yet to find paper or notebook, so I went in search.
Once I had obtained the notepad, I'll be darned if I could find the pen. I looked and looked . . . to no avail.
I like that pen so much that I trundled downstairs to find a similar one. (Yes, I grabbed more than one from the garage but not on the same visit, so I'm not super greedy.)
In the morning, after being up for several hours, for some reason, I reached into the sweater pocket of the same sweater that I had been wearing on the previous evening.
You already know what I found.
In my pocket.
All along.
Scatterbrained am I.
All too familiar.
ReplyDeleteAll is well is when you had notepad and pen together you remembered why you had wanted them.
ReplyDeleteThat happens!
ReplyDeleteYou store extra pens in your garage??
ReplyDeleteCanadian Tire pen? LOL
ReplyDeleteSquirrel brain is what my friends call us "golden-agers". You head towards the laundry room to throw in a load, trip over the cat. Oh darn, better clean the litter box. Walk down to the basement where litter box is kept and see toys scattered around the playroom from last grandkids visit.
Decide to pick them up and notice that someone left a juicebox under the kiddie chair/table set. Pick up juicebox and bring upstairs with intention of grabbing a sponge or something to scrub apple/berry stain off carpet.
Toss juicebox into recycling and notice the laundry basket sitting there waiting....
I think you get the picture. LOL
Hope you didn't forget what you wanted to write down with all that searching. :-)
That is hilarious!
ReplyDeleteJB and I have been doing much the same thing.
For him, though, it's usually one of his THREE pairs of glasses. sigh.
Sounds normal to me.
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