My friend Becky asked Joe and me to be on her trivia team tonight and I LOVE trivia.
For years, I kicked ass watching Jeopardy! and Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?
My brain had no problems regurgitating the phases of meiosis, the capitals of each state, and just about every pop culture reference EVER.
Yet as we draw closer to the big event, I did forget one little thing.
My brain is rotting.
Since having kids, I pull into the wrong driveway on a weekly basis. I balk at leaving messages because I can never provide my return phone number ("I know there are a bunch of 3's and 7's....uh....hang on, it'll come, it'll come....uh...."). I waste laundry detergent constantly because I can never remember if I already dropped a fresh cup in.
So much for the old Marianne who once rattled off the entire Periodic Table by symbol and atomic radius.
Because now? If I can go a week without losing my phone I consider it a triumph.
Just the other day, Joey bumped his head. I kept insisting on patting him there, forgetting that he had a sensitive goose egg. Frustrated and annoyed with my medical amnesia, the kid provided his own version of the Post-It Note:
|Translated: Touch my head again, lady, and there will be hell to pay.|
Unless you're me.
My memory is now only two days long.
The whole thing will be forgotten by Monday.
Now what was I talking about?