I did it again yesterday. I don't know where my head's at sometimes, but I can assure you it's just a matter of time before I do it again. I'm speaking of forgetting to do something my wife has asked me specifically to do. Yes, we're back to the Honey-Do theme. I had the day off to go to San Antonio for a dental appointment. While there, I was to perform a task. It was pretty simple. "Go to Costco and pick up a couple of bags of salt for the water softener". Let's take a look at what I did yesterday that compounds the seriousness of this little lapse in brain function.

• Stopped by an old client's just to visit.
• Stopped by my old employer's so that I could play ping pong.
• Went to the wine shop to purchase a couple of bottles of wine.
• Went to the cigar store to purchase myself some cigars.
• Stopped by a furniture store to look at chairs (been doing this with some regularity for close to 7 years. Will never find what I want at a price I can afford, but continue to do it out of some sort of compulsion.).
• Actually did go to Costco (knew I was supposed to) and purchased another bottle of wine and some shrimp salad.

See the problem here? Seems I got around to doing a lot of pointless things that pleased me, but couldn't remember to do the one thing I was asked to do. As soon as I realized what I had done (or in this instance, failed to do), I started to tremble. It's not like I was going to face a beating (although that would be preferable). What I got was pretty much what you would expect. "I can't believe you forgot." "It's the only thing I asked you to do." "It's the only reason you were supposed to go to Costco." Twenty minutes later - "So, what did you do today besides forget to get the salt?"

Okay, I deserve it. I am not casting any dispersion on my wife. She never forgets to do anything I ask, so it's frustrating for her that I seem to forget 4 out of every 5 times. There's really nothing I can do about it either, because by now it's obvious I'm doomed to this type of behavior. The only thing I have going for me is that someday I will reach an age where dementia sets in and I will have an excuse.

Actually, it's not really the only thing I forgot yesterday. I can't wait until the guy that replaced me at my old job comes in this morning and finds my sweaty t-shirt from ping pong on his desk.