For the life of me, I can’t remember which blogger posted the pictures of the male and female reproductive systems sculpted out of Valentine’s Day candy. Who was it? Please, someone tell me before I go insane, or seriously damage my brain trying to pull the information out of my old and obviously malfunctioning memory banks.

Yet I can remember that there was once an episode of “Spongebob Squarepants” where Spongebob pretended to be the maitre’d at the Krusty Krab to impress Squidward’s brother. Squidward told Spongebob to “empty his mind of everything except fine dining, and breathing”. Then when Squidward’s brother asked Spongebob what his name was, the little Spongebobs in his brain were frantically digging through filing cabinets, looking for the piece of paper with his name on it.

That’s how I feel, only the little Elizabeths in my brain are on a coffee break, or are ignoring me. There’s a piece of paper in there somewhere with the name of the blogger on it, I just can’t get it to the front of my brain (or wherever the part responsible for memory is). Aaarrrrggghhh.

“I love my old, forgetful Mommy, yes I do.”

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