OMG! Is there a reason I can’t keep track of dates and times? Some sort of learning disability? WHAT?
Moment of panic just now: Calendar seemed to say I missed an appointment with WonderDentist.
Eeek thrash bang thrash eeeeek!!! Look stuff up. Call the kid. (He plans to drive me over to the doc’s office.) And…and…nope! It’s not until tomorrow.
Personally, I’d prefer not until the next lifetime…but WTF. At least I haven’t enraged that good man. And tomorrow afternoon I can go over to his place to be made miserable.
Goodie.
Y’know…it seems to me that the older you get, the harder it is to keep track of this kind of ditz.
Why?
Do you really get stupider as you age? Or what?
Actually, I think as you age you just plain get sick and tired of it all. The beloved dentist, for example: I would be happy if I never had to see him again!
Well, maybe over cocktails would be nice. But at his office, in his leather chair? Not. So. Much.
Oh well.
So my son was enraged because I interrupted his workflow by calling him in a tizzy. Just you wait, kid! Give yourself another 40 years, and you’ll know how it feels. 😀