Okay, so I get home from the Astros game and fix myself a nice tall glass od iced tea. I slice a lemon in half and squeeze both halves into the glass with a squeezing-doohickey I use for squeezing lemons.
Then I drop the squeezed lemon halves into the tea glass.
For an hour or so, I go about my business, yadda yadda yadda, cleaning and puttering and snapping photos of the cats, and so forth.
My wife then gets home from dress-shopping. I sit down on the couch, and I drink from my glass of iced tea.
There’s limes in the glass.
Weird. I remember cutting up lemons. Because I sand the lemon-cutting song to Frisky, who just stared at me like I was some kind of idiot.
“No, I’m not gonna squeeze an orange-boy kitty-cat because who wants orange in iced tea?”
(No, I will not record it)
I look around, and there’s a glass of iced tea by the computer. Lemons in there and still a little bit of ice from when I made it, just in case I tried to dismiss the incident as if I’d fixed that glass yesterday and left it there.
The glass in the living room has fresh ice in it, just fresh-made. And I know I made it, because I slice the lemons or limes halfways and put them in the glass.
“See? My memory’s good, because I remember slicing up the lemon and here’s the lemon in the iced tea.”
Except for one thing: I have no memory of slicing up the lime or making the fresh lime iced tea. And if my wife had made it for me, she’d have asked if I wanted lime or lemon in it because she knows I always make that decision randomly.
I look in the glass. Sprig of mint from the garden in it. Same with the other glass.
Yup. I made both.
There can only be one solution to my degenerating memory: switching to Dr. Pepper.
… and possibly some gingko biloba.
Cheers!
IMAO – I wish I knew how to quit you.
Your baby seal FAQ was hilarious.
Sometimes I take out the bottle of soda, and realize I already poured myself a cup.
Yum, Dr Pepper…
Can’t be the switch to Dr. Pepper. I’ve been drinking that stuff for almost ten years and my memory’s fine… I think.
Now where’d I leave my keys?
I’ve been known to make my wife upset when she has to take the ice cream out of the cupboard and throw it away. I think it’s monkeys but my wife says it’s me. Stupid monkeys.
Oh, and…
“You put the lime in the coke, you nut…”
Dr. Pepper rules.
Dr. Pepper makes a great marinade for brisket.
I use RFID on all of my produce, so I always know where my lemons are.
Laurence,
The common scientific term we use in motor racing for that condition is “Cranial Fladulance”.
I am glad I am not the only one!! I think it something they put in the water here in the Houston area. I never had these kind of episodes when I lived in Austin. Or maybe it was all the lefties in Austin keeping me on my toes!
Let me know if the Dr Pepper works.
You use a lemon sqeezing doohickey? Panzy.
Cornbread,
I use such a device before of my advanced stage Ty Cobb Disease.
-ls
PS: No, not Lou Gehrig. He was a sick pansy. Ty Cobb Disease is where you kick the crap out of anyone that sasses you.
Dr. Pepper is definitely the problem.
Dr. Pepper is the problem?
Are you sure you’re really a Texan?
If I remember correctly, sarahk is from a little farther up I45.. With the move to Florida maybe the difference in sea level has caused her to.. well.. uuhhh.. become a little more like Frank.. If I may be frank about it!!
Dr Pepper was born in Texas. Made by Texans for Texans. (Actually probably made in India these days)
Funniest thing, the same thing happened to me, just slightly different. I woke up one morning after a night of heavy drinking and couldn’t for the life of me remember when I’d thrown up on my shoes, but apparently I had. Wow, it’s a small world.
The doctor is in.
I agree with undecided about the water in Houston. Now, what were we talking about?
They say the memory is the second thing to go.
I wish I could remember what the first thing is…
Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most.
Why is it that someone can’t remember what they had for dinner last night but can remember a song that was popular when they graduated from elementary school?
A mind is a terrible thing to waste, or to never have had at all.
I’m a little stuck on the lemon song.
I’m just gonna grab a beer.
I was about to tell my wife not to mess with anything I decide to make to drink.
Then I remembered:
I was divorced quite some time ago.
Maybe the cats are slipping you catnip on the sly.
You can’t trust them.