I don’t use gratuitous cursing in my writing. But this time, I can’t help the fact that this is the best way to express what I am feeling. I am very upset that I cannot remember shit anymore.
I wish I could give you a graphic representation of this concept, that I was one of those bloggers who could draw; - even an elementary stick figure. I would draw an arrow to the pithy character that perfectly captures and visually conveys my current state of unhappiness, with a caption that says "this is me, upset that I can’t remember shit."
I also can’t draw for shit though, so you’ll have to picture all that in your head.
My husband wanted a book for Christmas. I very confidently opened the home page to our friendly neighborhood book and box virtual store and typed in…. what? It’s a book about a guy who’s really rich. That really rich guy who made his money investing. I can’t remember his name, but for some reason I feel both hungry and too full when I try to… his company shares a name with that place… in upstate New York where all the variety show acts used to play… that mountain range. There’s an "H" in it too. Oh my lord in heaven, why can I not remember this. His secretary pays a higher tax rate then him, and they named this scenario the _______ ________ effect. Ahhh! Nothing!! OK, maybe I can remember the name of the book… I’m thinking of dwarves, why? Oh, right "whistling to work" that was the name of it!!!
I try this search. Not getting what I want. Finally, in desperation, I change "whistling" to "dancing", and up it comes. Warren Buffet!! Thank you! I am at once tremendously relieved to finally know, and completely ticked off at the failure of my brain. This happens more and more often lately. I am sharing it with you, because many of you will relate, and that will make me feel better.
And those that can’t yet. You should know what’s coming. Although you probably won’t remember it was me who warned you.
