429. Re-Run

*This is a post that original aired on July 20, 2005.


112. Old or marble-less?

Today's signs that either I've officially became an "old person" or I've finally lost my last marble:

1. I walked into the storage room and forgot why I went in there. I stood there for a moment hoping to see the thing I needed and that it would in turn trigger my memory. A minute or 2 pass. I remembered what I wanted. My tea cup. In the kitchen.

2. I vacuumed my 120 square foot office with my dirt-devil*. Yes, the hand held thinga-ma-jiggy.

3. I wrote "thinga-ma-jiggy" without batting an eye.

4. Aloud I've said "I'm becoming my mother" a dozen times. Today. And I hate my mother. Well, not hate per se.

5. I was cranky and crotchety all day. Self-mumblings. There was a lot of self-mumblings.

I asked my husband to put me out of my misery if this behavior continues. I'm really starting to hate myself. Well, not hate per se. Annoy. Strongly annoy.

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*Actually, I just checked my thinga-ma-jiggy, and it's a Dust Buster. Yet another sign!