Sunday, September 27, 2009

Oh. Excuse Me. (Brain Fart)

When went to town on Friday,  we dropped Micah off at his Youth start-up activity after supper, then ran a few errands before stopping for gas and heading home.

At the gas station I got a cup of coffee and went digging in my purse for my handy-dandy little Splenda tablet dispenser. I haven't seen them in Canada yet, so Randall has been bringing them back from Chicago when he goes.

I couldn't find it.

I looked in every zippered pocket and every pouch.


When I started trying to think where I'd had it last, I remembered that I'd taken it out of my purse in Prince Albert when we were having tea around the Loseth's kitchen table. I had demonstrated the cleverness of this little yellow tablet clicker and set it down.

Since I couldn't find it anywhere in my purse, I reasoned that I must have left it behind.


When we got home I began searching for my last new Splenda tablet dispenser.

I KNEW there was one more.

I finally found it this morning. I had to take three drawers apart and I lost a good half hour of my life I'll never get back, but there it was, and I prepared to take it to church for the after service coffee time.

When I went to grab the little pink purse I'd used last Sunday I had one of those "Oh brother. Don't tell me I..." moments.

Sure enough, I opened the pouch and there, on top of the Kleenex I had stuffed in first, was the Splenda tablet dispenser, looking as cheerful and yellow as you please.

Only then did I remember that I had, indeed, taken it out of the pocket in my big purse where it usually resides, and stuck it in the little purse for church last week.

I'm sure this is just the beginning of  head-shaking moments to come where I'll look around and wonder  "Where am I? How did I get here, and why is my underwear on the top of my head?"


  1. sounds like a menopausal moment

    But aren't you too young for those?

  2. lol! You too eh? I've started writing things on my hand, like if I need something in the basement.

  3. If only, Linea. That could make it all worthwhile and bearable.