This morning I was getting ready to go to my massage appointment and was looking for my blue sweater. I remember hanging it on the back of the chair outside to dry. I remember folding it and putting it in the basket. All the baskets in my room are emptied and contents put away. No basket by the patio doors or at the foot of the stairs...none in the laundry room. Where is my damn sweater??
Then I look outside. There on the fire table is the last basket I took off the line and neatly folded, before I got side-tracked with something else to do. I never brought it in. Not such a big deal...except for the fact that it poured rain and hailed all night long and it was still pouring. OMG!

Not sure if my forgetfulness is age, menopause, chemo brain or just a dumb ass move...but it sucks. :)
2 comments:
Laughed my bloody ass off !!!
It's Chris Wentworth.
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