My Mind Is Slipping

I went to Target this afternoon to pick up prescriptions for Scott. When I got home and unpacked the car, I realized I left the prescription bag on the seat in the shopping cart. Raced back to Target and stalked the cart round-up guy in the parking lot. He, fortunately, had the prescription. He told me, “Don’t pull that shit again.”

Uh… no sir. I will not pull that shit again.

Then I drove home and lost my house. As I drove up the hill, I started wondering why so many cars were parked on the street. My street doesn’t allow on street parking on week days. Halfway up the hill, I┬ábegan to wonder where my house was. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that my house wasn’t missing, but I was on the wrong street.

I shouldn’t be allowed to drive.