I had a 9 a.m. appointment with my AV guy, Ethan, to handle some printing problems we've been having. He's been out a lot lately for many different reasons over the past couple of months. When I contacted the owner of the company to send him out, I told him to tell Ethan that I missed him since it was a week since he was last here. When he arrived, I told him that I wanted a hug---that we're almost like family now! Of course, my girls can't believe I act like this. Hey, I'm friendly! What can I say!
Anyway, Ethan solved our problems and left about 10:30. That's when I left to run my errands---4 to be exact. First stop, Puffy Muffin to buy a quiche for the weekend. As I was getting out of the car, I noticed this:
In all fairness, the bottoms are like shoes. I went about my business, but I was so rattled, I misspelled my name when signing the credit card receipt. I was self-conscious as I went to the drug store. Due to my recent health care changes, I couldn't use the drive-thru---I needed to go in and give the pharmacy attendant all 3 of my insurance cards. From there, I had to go to the grocery store. I quickly got what I needed and went home. I barely got in the house and Butch got home from a meeting. As I was talking to him, I carefully stayed on the other side of the counter so he couldn't see my feet. I was so seriously self-conscious!
Anyway, I'm not saying this is dementia. I'm not even saying it's "forgetfulness!" In order for it to be forgetfulness, I would have to have been aware and then forgot. I just never even thought about it. It never crossed my mind.
I'll admit, I'm an idiot. Yeah, that's it!