Within the past three months I have backed into a closed garage door, lost only one gas cap(that's a good thing), the hubby is STILL looking for the weedeater and I don't have the nerve to tell him I might have left it by the mailbox and someome stole it...tossed a full carton of ice cream in the trash and put the empty one back in the freezer...made an apple cobbler with paprika instead of cinnamon...can't count the times I have brewed coffee with no coffee. I gave the thruway attendant a 'washer thingy' instead of a nickel to pay part of my toll.
Why? Because...I don't know! Because we can, I guess!
Oh...I forgot to add that I wore two different shoes to the grocery store.
Post Edited (vestabula) : 8/25/2009 6:11:02 AM (GMT-6)
I've called my children by names other than theirs, I've had to check my checkbook to find out what my phone number was, and I've tried to start the car with the key to my freezer...twice!
Answer to what is happening to you? Fibro Fog!