Darn it, anyway!

I swear I used to have a memory. But now my memory is just … well, a memory.

Honestly, I thought menopausal madness had come and gone for me (in two weeks I’ll be – gulp! – 57 – gulp! again).

But today I saw my favorite sweater come out of the washing machine – the sweater I DON”T want to wash.


I cringed. Then I bravely said something like “I would really prefer that my pink sweater isn’t washed in the machine.” And Janine, my faithful assistant said, with a look of complete astonishment, “But you just handed it to me!”


I have absolutely NO memory of handing her the sweater, even taking OFF the sweater. I am freaking OUT here.

It was literally 20 minutes ago and I cannot bring back any trace of that event. I remember thinking “I don’t want to wash this.” I even put it at the back of the closet so it wouldn’t get washed. How in the heck did it get from the closet to the laundry room without me noticing?? Especially if I actually handed it to Janine.

Whose life am I living anyway??

I miss my memory.

If I could remember where I left it, I’d like to have it back.

Now what was I talking about?