that music is a little loud, son.

i'm losing so many things. i'm wondering if that's because i am aging.

i mentioned last week that i lost part of my Bible. (1 Peter 4 and 5, if you forgot because you're old too).

last night i needed to comb my hair, and i couldn't find my comb even though it never leaves the bathroom. eventually i found it on the bathroom floor...

this morning i couldn't find my cell phone. which sent me into a panic.

and i went to run errands today and forgot my list. that one really pissed me off because i love lists. actually i think i DID remember it, but i stuck it on top of a movie i was returning to blockbuster. so now the blockbuster kids know i need toilet paper.

i'm wondering if the next phase of this "getting older" thing is the one where i drive down the interstate with my blinker on.

this is all so sad, because my memory has been so perfect up until now. my first semester at college, i didn't even write down when my assignments were due because i just remembered. the only reason i started writing them down was because the day i named "syllabus day" came to be my favorite day every semester. the day i went through my planner and wrote down when everything was due... from every crisp, new syllabus...all in one sitting.

sigh. i loved syllabus day.

side note: i don't usually call attention to my post titles because i like to leave them cryptic, but this one is a quote from my best friend ashley. one time when we were at the ripe age of 19 or 20, we were stopped at a traffic light. this car full of youngsters pulled up with their music so loud that our car was vibrating. ashley, ever so calmly, looked over and said "that music is a little loud, son." (with the windows still rolled up, of course). i think that's the moment our friendship went from "awkward-roommates-because-we-just-met" to "best-friends-forever", because we were laughing at it for an hour.