I missed my flight today. No, it wasn���t because of traffic. It wasn���t car trouble. I can���t even blame it on the kids this time. It was my acts-like-a-90-year-old memory. How does that happen? How could I forget what time my flight was.
Wish I could say this was an isolated incident, but I���m losing my memory faster than dad���s losing his teeth.   Here���s a glimpse of how my memory is wreaking havoc on my life:
I show up on the wrong day for doctor���s appointments and blame it on my damn iPhone calendar.I get half-way through my shower and forget whether or not I washed my hair.I forget I���m cooking. I have to set a timer-alarm to remind me there���s food on the stove;
except I usually forget to set the alarm.I forget what the kids asked me a minute ago. What���d ya say, you young wiper-snapper?I never remember where I���m driving. If it weren���t for my lovely Australian GPS man, I���d be wondering the streets of neighboring towns wondering if I was late for something.Hey, maybe all those stress dreams are really premonitions of times to come. You know the dreams���  The one where your sitting in school, remembered the homework, forgot the clothes.

Or my personal favorite: the one where you forgot something at the beach ��� frantically digging in the sand ��� I���m pretty sure I left the baby here a minute ago���

If my memory is any gage of my actual age, then I���m gunna need depends before the year is out.

How has your mind failed you lately?
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