Aw man! I was doing so good. Seems my brain is already on vacation.
Today I wanted to ask the secretary if the new phone books had been delivered (remember that scene in 'The Jerk' when Steve Martin gets sooooo excited about the new phone books). No, that wasn't me today...I just remembered that and wanted to share that thought.
I walk downstairs to ask her and get way-layed by an employee who has a question about our medical benefits. Several questions and two minutes later I have continued on my merry way when I spot the secretary in the hallway.
"Hey, Julie, did the..."
Julie walks toward me, head cocked, waiting for me to continue.
Julie asks, "Did the what?"
"Hold on, I'm thinking,"
"Forget something?" she askes.
I smirk and nod my head.
She laughs. "Well, I'm glad someone else has that problem."
GAWD! What was I going to ask her?
She's still laughing. And waiting.
And then it hits me. OH YEAH! Now I remember. Phone books!
Getting older sucks!
Worse thing about it is, when I was 20 something I (and a friend) often referred to older folks as fossils. Hey, we were young. Sure, we knew the day would come when we'd reach that age. Back then, it seems sooooo far off in the distance. Time sure flies.
Time it seems has caught up with me. I am officially a fossil.
A fossil with brain farts.