Our Senior Moments

These past few weeks Bob and I have had some never-to-be-forgotten incidents that we can only label "senior moments." Well, we HOPE to not forget them. But you never know. I suppose that is why I want to write about them now. I might need a good laugh sometime in the future! I'm posting this picture because the expression on my face as I was waiting for Kayla to take the picture is such a great illustration of how mindless I can look without looking completely vacant! Last Monday I had some errands to run. I went to the doctor's office to follow up on my sleep study from October. I checked in at the Riverway Anoka front desk and sat in the specialties waiting room. I smiled at the other patients. When I got into the exam room, I whipped my jacket off so Olga could take my blood pressure. Dr Anderson conferred with me and we decided another sleep study was the next step. After leaving, I realized I needed a flu shot, so I asked at the family practice window. They sent me back down to the front desk, and I checked in with the same receptionist. Back up to the family practice waiting room, where I smiled at others waiting their turns. I again whipped my jacket off in the shot room, and went on to what I lovingly call "The Icee Store," which is the Superamerica on St Francis Blvd and Round Lake Blvd. A very cute young man smiled at me as I paid.

When I got home, I sat down with my Icee and for the first time that day, realized that in the morning, I had thrown on the tee shirt I had worn around the house Sunday. And that it had lasagna stains all down the front and center!! (See below.)

When I awoke Monday morning, I decided to read some, do my errands, and THEN take a shower. Since Sunday's shirt wasn't stinky, I would wear it until after the shower. I've always been one to comment, "Boy, he/she REALLY ought to look in the mirror before leaving the house!" when seeing someone with tight or immodest clothes and such. Yeah. I should talk! I'm going to try to remember to take my own advice in the future. Senior moment #1.

Senior moment #2 involves both Bob and me. We bought a 2009 Happenings book from an Anoka Marching Band student about 6 weeks ago. We used a few coupons, and wanted to use the Eddington's coupon one evening. We had agreed to keep the book on the desk in our computer room. But we couldn't find the darn book. We looked in our cars, on our dressers, in the stack of bills, in the kitchen, anywhere, and everywhere. We decided we lost it somehow and just gave up. We paid full price at Eddington's. Yummy! We haven't found a soup there we didn't like. Then a couple of weeks later, I discovered the Happenings book. It was (and still is) lying on its back in the top shelf of the desk, as pictured above. Because we couldn't SEE the cover, we overlooked it for weeks!!

Senior moment #3 is mostly mine, but Bob owns some of it too. Friday I returned home from shopping with Abby and dinner with Andrea and the kids. I unlocked the door to get in and went immediately to the computer room for something important (that I can't remember now--suprise!). When it was time to leave for the second sleep study later, I could NOT find my keys. Luckily, we have a spare set of keys in the kitchen. Friday and Saturday Bob and I both looked for my key ring. I tore my purse apart twice, checked the top and drawer of the computer table 3 times, looked in the sofa pillows, checked the JoAnn bag twice, took apart my Primary bag because it was near the desk, looked on the kitchen counter. Well, you get the idea. Today as I idly glanced about the room while sitting at the computer, I spied the key ring at the foot of a desk leg. Hiding in plain sight. Hmmm. . . . . Bob and I were still laughing about it an hour later!

I suppose I should tie this all up with some brilliant conclusion. I do so believe an essay should have a beginning, middle, and end. You know, I think I DID have a great ending, but I just can't remember it.

Here's hoping we all make it through the next week without forgetting anything too important, especially our senses of humor.