Last Friday I received an automated phone call from my doctor reminding me of my upcoming appointment at 11:30 blah blah blah. So this morning I got dressed, early even, and trooped to her office. I signed in, where the receptionist told me as gently as she could that my appointment wasn't today, the 31st, but tomorrow, September 1st.
So I've been an old geezer for only a week now and this is what it's come to? I've become calendar challenged?
What's next....will I get my suspenders* crossed and hike my pants up so high I talk like Tiny Tim? Will I forget to zip up my fly? Will my new waist height settle somewhere between my man mams and my belly button?
Will I soon have a shoe rack full of these ^ and a sock drawer containing every dark color you can imagine (Oooo....mid-calf-height!) to compliment my new fashion status?
DOH!
I WANT A DO-OVER! *wink*
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*I don't wear suspenders. Yet. ;)
UPDATE: I went to the store to buy hamburger buns for the pull pork sandwiches I was serving up tonight. I just noticed I bought hot dog buns by mistake. Double DOH! So ya think this is an age thing or a Monday thing? ;)
UPDATE: I went to the store to buy hamburger buns for the pull pork sandwiches I was serving up tonight. I just noticed I bought hot dog buns by mistake. Double DOH! So ya think this is an age thing or a Monday thing? ;)