I know I know, my plan with this blog was to start in my childhood and work my way up but this story was too good to not write about. I know if I wait, that I will most likely forget about it completely. So here we go.
Monday night at work I developed a sore throat. I felt sure that this was leading to a cold that I did not want to have. I went straight home and boiled a kettle of water and made a pot of hot mint chocolate flavored tea to sooth my throat. I poured myself a cup and settled down on the couch in my pjs to cuddle with my pooch and watch some tv while I suffered.
After polishing off my second cup I went into the kitchen again to refill my cup with sugar overdosed caffeine packed tea. As usual, I got distracted by the mess and sidetracked to put away some dishes. I walked back to the living room and remembered that I had forgotten my tea. I traipsed back into the kitchen for my forgotten cup and stood looking at the counter. My cup wasn't there. I thought for sure that I had left it on the counter next to the tea pot.
I walked back to the living room but it wasn't there either. Immediately suspecting my always-plays-innocent pup I searched the floor to see if she had knocked it over. I even made her stand up so I could check under her bum to see if she was trying to hide it. No luck. Back in the kitchen I thoroughly searched the counter assuming that I was just overlooking it. After all, I felt pretty miserable and my eyes were somewhat clouded over. Still no cup. I decided I must have set it down somewhere and forgot. I retraced my steps from the living room and checked the rest of the kitchen counters, the cabinet, the fridge, the dishwasher, and even the oven.
I was starting to doubt that I had even had a cup of tea. I mean, where else could it have gone. I was alone in the house, apart from the dog, and my house is less that 1000 square feet. How could I have lost a cup and what is wrong with me that I can't remember where I put it? I was literally starting to panic at my own senile nature when I heard a beeping in the kitchen.
What would be beeping you ask? Not my cup of course although I should clearly put a homing device on it. I walked into the kitchen and opened the microwave to find my cup. I stood in shocked horror as I realized that I had forgotten that I put the cup in there to nuke my tea a little as it had gotten cold. I had checked everywhere in the kitchen except the microwave. What exactly is wrong with my brain that I could forget where I put my cup and then search everywhere except the most logical place for it to be.
Needless to say, I am clearly becoming senile before my age. Who knows what I'll lose next. I always thought I had a decent memory but maybe I am just forgetting all that I forgot.
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