I am dingy, and sometimes I am more than a little dingy, forgetful, and fuzzy. Last night after Chi Gong and dinner, we made a speedy run at JCPenneys for pants. Last night I was forgetful.
I brought my wallet and keys to the store, but seeing no need for them put them in the truck glove box.
He took the truck to the gym this morning. It isn't his place to remember things for me.
I’m already to go to the pool and am having one of those certain moments. I sure am certain that my keys and wallet are in the truck. I think I will call the gym and leave a message for him so he doesn’t worry…. “ET, phone home,” I’ll say.