I have been extremely ditzy lately. I'll pre-heat the oven and then 20 minutes later, my kids will say, "I'm hungry. Where's dinner?" and I'll realize that I completely forgot to put the chicken nuggets in! Is it because I am past 40? Because I am obsessed with my WIP? Because I play musical beds all night? Probably all of the above.
But, if I am going to be totally honest, the ditziness really isn't new. I have been this way for at least a decade. How do I know?
When David and I got married in 2002, our friend, Steve, (the guy who introduced us) asked if he could read some emails from David aloud to our guests. "Sure!" we said.
These are the first few emails:
DAVID: Hi, can I get Corrie's number?
DAVID: Hi, can I get Cori's number again? Never called her.
STEVE: How's it going with Corey?
DAVID: Pretty good, I think. There seems to be someone very bright under that ditzy exterior.
Ha! So, there you have it. I've been ditzy for at least as long as my husband has known me.