My memory is shot
I have to tell you all that for a person that has reached the age of 40, I have the worst memory in history. Here’s my story:
Yesterday while I was at work, the truck that brings our supplies once a week came in. So after we put all the stuff away, I decided that I would grab a couple of the shipping boxes to bring home to use for all my fabric that I have laying around. Well I set the two boxes aside (beside my coat so I knew that I would see them when I left) and continued on with my day. Well at the end of my shift I put on my coat and headed home. Well, just before I arrived home, I realized that I had walked right by these boxes and never picked them up. Well by then it was too late to go back and get them. That was too bad as they were really good sized and sturdy boxes. I don’t know, maybe I need to tie a string around my finger to remind me of things I need to get or do. Well, at least it wasn’t anything important or I could have been in a lot of trouble.
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