What's up with this memory thing as I get older?
I used to think my Mom was crazy for not remembering who gave her the beautiful casserole dish she uses only for lasagna.
Not remember who gave you the casserole dish? Really?
I am slowly becoming....my Mother.
I loaned out our hedge trimmers.
I don't remember who too and they haven't returned them.
How can I not remember that?
I remember standing in our garage and looking for them while I was talking to him.
But....I don't remember who "him" is.
I've been trying to remember all weekend.
And since I mentioned my Mother.
How did her hands get attached to my arms?