When I was in my 20's, I found my missing paperback novel in the freezer. That is why I'm not as concerned as I could be that my cereal showed up on the bathroom shelf last week, in between the hair color and all my face-saving creams. Also last week, I showed up for a "Nook" class which was actually held the week before, the date clearly printed on the paper I picked up at B&N, which I looked at, twice. This week, I finally got around to using the birthday gift card I'd gotten in February (it is now July...let me look...24th). I spent about a half hour in Bed, Bath and Beyond deciding which sleep machine (one of those with night, ocean, rain noises) would be the perfect one for me. I limped up to the cashier (my foot has been hurting) and pulled out my gift card with great anticipation. I'm sorry," she said. "That's a Bath and Bodyworks card." Rats! I don't want the smelly stuff, I want the sleep machine! Maybe the next birthday. Does all this cause me great anxiety? No, because I put a book in the freezer in my 20's. So that's that. Guess I'd better go find my reading glasses. The ones I have on are the third pair I've had on today. Just can't find the other two. Maybe I'll look in the washer.
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