Yesterday morning I woke up in a panic.
I realized that I had forgotten to add a couple of appointments to my calendar. I rushed downstairs to look at the appointment cards and they were nowhere to be found.
Frantically searching my desk, I located them and quickly discovered I had already added them.
As I was recovering from my ordeal, I started to whine.
Me: This just isn’t me. I don’t misplace stuff. My mind used to be like a steel trap. When these things happen, I worry that I’m losing my memory.
Stephen: You don’t have anything to worry about. You’re becoming just like everyone else. In fact, you’re becoming the woman of my dreams.
Me: You realize that if you’re wrong, I will be your burden to carry.
Stephen: If things don’t get better, I’ll just bleach your hair blond. Then you’ll think you’re a genius!
Stephen always knows the right thing to say.
May the farce be with you!