Memories, Like the Cobwebs of My Mind
Caitlin has a memory like a steel trap. In contrast, I sometimes have trouble remembering how old I am. Or maybe that’s just denial cloaked in an excuse.
This morning Caitlin pointed to the mantel and asked, “Mommy there were colored balls in those at Christmas?” There are two wire rustic urns on our mantel and during the holidays I filled them with red and green glass Christmas ornaments to be all festive like. I was amazed, but not surprised, that she remembered such detail. She is, after all, her daddy’s girl.
A few minutes later I was putting on my makeup and shouted out to the hubby, “Hey babe we should go to Pei Wei for lunch some time. You’ve never been, right?”
The hubby: “Yes, I’ve been.”
Pause.
“With you.”
Oops.
This is usually when I make a lame joke about thinking I’d been there with my boyfriend Earl.
