I am very forgetful.
I ALWAYS have a pen and notebook on me, because if I don't write it down, I will lose it.
LOST.
GONE.
FORGOTTEN.
The worst is when I KNOW I've forgotten something, but I can't for the life of me remember what it is.
Isn't that the worst feeling ever? I mean, what if the people that were researching cancer figured it out and THEN FORGOT.
Not that I'm going around curing anything, I'm just saying, it's annoying.
Even more annoying are the half-notes to myself.
It's like I'm speaking in secret code, except that nobody knows the code, so it comes out gibberish.
The reason I'm telling you this is because you should see the drafts I start. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT.
This is why I'm a fly by the seat of my pants kind of blogger. I know that people schedule their posts out weeks in advance. And I have done it before. But it's no fun.
I mean, PLANNING to be RANDOM is not really random at all, is it?
In other news, I cleaned out my car today because it was disgusting.
I 100% blame the children.
I had to scrape GOO out of cup holders. And I'm not talking a little gunk, I'm talking straight up GOO. At least an inch thick. It was nasty. I literally shuddered, and not in a good way.
I was shocked and very extremely disgusted because everything else around me is pretty clean. (OCD does have it's good points.)
I mean, I'm in that beast of a car Every. Stinking. Day. and I didn't know that there was GOO.
FAIL.
