Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Forgetful Mind

I mentioned a while back about a fear of my head getting too full of unimportant information and thus forgetting the important stuff. It's slowly happening. My last 2 trips to the grocery store have proven that. I have gone to get 2 or 3 things, have bought much more, and missed at least one of the things I originally went for.

Today, I went armed with a list. I only needed 5 things. Milk, pull-ups, wine, juice and toilet paper (that's the thing I missed on Monday's trip and one bathroom has been without since). I got to the store bought my five items plus about 10 other things that were on sale and headed to the checkout lane.

I really felt like I was missing something, I couldn't think of anything else we were out of, but it didn't stop me from checking my cart 3 times to make sure I had at least gotten the things on my list. We were at the checkout, near the front door, when the doors opened for someone coming in. One draft of the cold and I immediately realised what I had forgotten...

I had forgotten to wear a bra!

While I very rarely wear a bra around the house, I never leave the house without one. I'm a C cup for Pete's sake and that just ain't pretty. Fortunately, I was wearing one of Hubby's sweatshirts, so I just kind of held it out in front of me, hoping no one would notice. At least I saved a step by not having to have to take it off when I got home, right?


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