Spiders came out right on time around here. I hate them. More then anything in this whole universe.
So I made dinner. and for a good fifteen minutes, lost the cheese. I told Bacon I swore the last time I saw it was on the stove, right next to the head of lettuce and tomato. Mind you, though it doesn't matter, this was after five shots and a drink. Anywhoo, I'm looking and looking, in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, and outside, meanwhile, Bacon is getting increasingly irritated with me, finally he says, "I'm going to get a shower while you look"...so I sit down on my little step stool (that's right, I am short and need a step stool) not thinking too hard about where the cheese could be, but still wondering to myself, where in the hell did it go??
Then I remember!! We were going to eat outside, so I had started putting things in a plastic grocery bag to take outside, but then Bacon had changed his mind, and I remembered the cheese was one of things I put in there. So I grab the bag and sure enough there it was! I go to the bedroom to exclaim to Bacon that I found it....he just rolls his eyes at me and gives me an irritated look. I had completely forgotten I did that.
Bacon blames it on me being drunk, but here's the thing...I do that ALL the time, sober or not. I will move something, thinking I will remember where I put it next time I want it, or I will be using something, and set it down, thinking I will remember I put it there. I have horrible short term memory though, and the next time I go to grab something, it's not there, or I can't remember where I put it. I will rip this house apart, looking high and low, and then I give up after about 10-20 minutes... I sit there thinking, hmmm....I remember seeing it just the other day...where was it I saw it? Then I sit down and all of a sudden remember, OH YEAH! I PUT IT THERE! I go there, and sure enough, there is the item I was looking for.....sadly, this is a daily occurrence for me.
