That gave me a good laugh, but I was laughing with her, not at her, because that's only one of the absentminded things I've done. I tend to be, uh, forgetful in the best of circumstances, and when my mind is preoccupied or stressed, things can get pretty crazy. I'm not talking about minor incidents like leaving food out all night or leaving the car keys in the bathroom or laundering jeans with money or tissues still inside the pockets (tip: Do NOT do that. It clumps up and ruins all the other clothes in the same dryer load). I'm talking "What were you thinking??", "Why don't you lie down for a bit, you need a break" kind of stuff, like:
- Pumped gas, left the gas nozzle inside my car's gas tank, and driven away.
- Left papers up on the roof of my car, and driven away.
- Left the milk up on the roof of my van (Not a car. A van. Don't even ask me why I would put it all the up there), and driven away.
- Put the milk in the pantry (Miz B, you are not alone).
- Put the cereal in the fridge.
- Put the car keys in the fridge.
- Forgotten to pick up The Pea from school.
- Forgotten to take 3Po to soccer lessons (which is agony to me because there were no make-classes; such a waste of money!)
- Forgotten that I had arranged a playdate with The Pea's friend (her dad dropped her off and I had no idea why she was there. I'm just glad we were there).
- Thrown important papers in the recycling bin (Which is why, if you're in the neighborhood, you will occasionally see me foraging through our trash cans. Please don't call the police. I'm not a vagrant. I live there).
- Thrown Alfie's stash of gourmet nuts and chocolates into the trash.
- Left the stove on all night.
- Flushed my car keys down the toilet. Don't ask.
I probably have more stories, but I've forgotten them!