As many of you know I just had my 24th birthday. By most people's standards I'm still a youngin' but at times I question my youth. It's not really aches and pains or pops and creaks. It's something more important. You know how they say an elephant never forgets? My friends, I'm no longer an elephant! My memory is quite terrible. The problem is I really have no excuse. Most people have some reason for their "senior moments". Like having kids, a stressful job, or getting on in years. I have none of the above so what the heck is going on? You may think I'm joking. Well, let me give you an example. This story requires a little set up to understand so bear with me.
Ahem.
When
we moved into our house in August 2010, I wanted Scott to change the
lock on our front door. You know, just in case someone out there had a
key. We painted the front door that day and were waiting for it to dry.
It was getting late and we realized we had
not bought the doorknob/lock for our door. We could not go to bed
without one because I didn’t want any creepers creeping into my house!
Scott went to Home Depot and grabbed one. It was the type where you can
turn the door knob on the inside whether it’s locked
or not. You can probably see where this is going. Anyway, we’ve lived
with it like this for a year and never had an issue. My first “Sarah
moment” as I will call it, happened at the beginning of August. I
grabbed my purse, my lunch, the Netflix to mail, and
out the door I go. Notice anything missing? My keys. I’m now locked out
of my house and my car. Scott is in class. My parents are 40 minutes
away. I call my newly made friend Sarah Pupillo (Our husbands are in
medical school together) and she graciously took
me to work. (I’m sure she thought I was crazy!) This was my first
offense so I thought no big deal. False. The very next week I did the
exact same thing! I walked right out the door without my keys. As of right
now I’m having another “Sarah Moment” and I can’t
remember how I even got to work but I got there late. Fast forward
two weeks. We have an audit a work that day, which is a big deal. Guess
who walks out the door that morning without her keys? Yes, you guessed
it. ME!!!! My poor parents had to come get me
because no one close by could help me. (If I ever move away from them
I’m in big trouble.) I got to work an hour and half late. It was so
embarrassing on so many levels. I’m the office idiot. This is not
the last time. I did it again on a Saturday
when I was meeting my mom and my sisters. I had to walk down the road
and across Main Street to Books-A- Million and loitered around for an hour. My question is who forgets to get their keys 4 times in the span
of a month? I think I’m the youngest person
ever with Alzheimer’s! We have resolved the issue so I can’t lock
myself now but that in itself is embarrassing, that we had to make
“special” arrangements for my brain. On the bright side it makes for
good stories!
Time
to make me feel better! Have you had any “Sarah Moments” recently?
