Don’t Remember . . .

A friend sent this to me. It’s long enough to require several posts:

A.A.A.D.D.- KNOW THE SYMPTOMS!

Thank goodness there’s a name for this disorder. Age-Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing. As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier. I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car. I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, And notice that the can is full. So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first…

But then I think, since I’m going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first. I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Pepsi I’d been drinking . I’m going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Pepsi aside so that I don’t accidentally knock it over.

More tomorrow.

 

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