Say cheese…

I'm only writing today because I said I would try to be more consistent. Wait – not writing every day was consistent, am I right? No, of course that's not what I meant.

Problem is, yesterday was quite boring. I went to Publix on the way home from work, put the groceries away and checked the mail. Because I had a headache, I spent the rest of the afternoon lazing on the couch in my room*, watching shows I had recorded. And those are the highlights.

(*Because the spare bedroom is basically my hang out place, from hence forth I shall refer to it as "my room")

I had thought of something yesterday that I wanted to talk about, but now I can't remember what it was. One of Mimi's friends that I spoke with at the picnic has such a problem remembering things, she has been called Swiss cheese brain. I think that's a pretty good description. Apparently I have the same affliction.

Comments

[Vicky]

Oh dear swiss cheese brain.. I think of myself as a sieve-brain...