About 30 minutes into my drive I have an epiphany: I screwed up. What could have been a short cut has been extended, due to the hugest of brain farts. I don't get to the gym until 6:40!
Such is the life of someone who has had her brain fried--deep fried to a crackly crunch.
Although to be fair to myself, I had a similar episode before I knew about my tumor. I got lost trying to get somewhere, and my first impulse was to call my husband and scream "Where am I!"
I don't know where I am, but I know what I am--a lost little girl.
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that's the reason the GPS systems were invented. I am directionally impaired. I finally told my husband I needed one of those small, basic GPS deals just to save our marriage (you DO NOT want to be in the car with us when we are on vacation and I don't want to drive and all the squiggly lines on the map just merge together and I screw up directions so I don't want to navigate either!). I can say I just got one for my bday and I could have in no way gotten to the home I needed to get to to pick up our new dog -- or gotten home from there -- without it. I am a believer! Invest, it's worth it!
Thanks Yukon. I think we will invest, and as always thanks for reading.
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