I have to keep saying, “Boofuls, stop creeping up on me!”
Oh ok, what I really meant was I’m gradually falling to bits. Now at the stage of needing different sets of glasses for computer work and reading, and soon I suspect for driving as well, I made the mistake yesterday of shoving my computer glasses into my fleece pocket.
Well, what a silly thing to do. Half the day has been spent searching for those buggers. Finally, I sat down and retraced my steps. Is that an oxymoron? I think it must be.
What I meant was; I sat down and mentally retraced my steps.
Gave Munki a bath. Opened the door to washing machine repair man. Cut Munki’s toenails. Ha! I need glasses for that. What was I wearing? BINGO! Fleece pocket.
Old age is definitely creeping up on me.
Several times this week I’ve walked into a room and been caught standing there with a bemused look on my face trying to remember why I’d walked in there so purposefully. I need a holiday.
Waddya mean, I’ve just had one? That was weeks ago. I need another.
Can you believe that we’ve had Velcrodog for a whole year? Where did that time go? Here’s a photo I took last week while testing the studio lights. He’s a good model, just look at that cheesy grin.
Oh crap. Just had another senior moment. I’m supposed to be uploading a file to someone. Gggaaah. Have to dash. Bbbyyeeeeee.