I have a story to share... it never ceases to make my husband laugh:
We were in our LA home when I found myself feeling cold, so I got out of bed to go downstairs to the thermostat in order to turn up the heat. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, for the life of me I couldn't remember why I went down in the first place. So I started fixing up the living room, neatening the space up... went to the kitchen to check on things and get a snack... the dining room to tidy up the table... then I started feeling cold, so I went to the thermostat to turn up the heat.
That's when I remembered why I went downstairs in the first place. Picture the lightbulb suddenly appearing above my head. Aha!
My hubby's memory isn't so great either. Here's a recent exchange:
In the car, he asks me what the word "masalimuot" meant. I told him that I didn't know, so he said, "it means complicated... I learned it at the office today." I then nodded my head and said, "okay."
The next day at the dinner table, he asks me, "Hon, do you know what the word masalimuot means?" I said, "yeah, it means complicated." "How did you know???" he asked, looking mightily impressed with me... finally with an exasperated tone in my voice and a droll expression on my face, I replied, "you told me yesterday in the car."
He then busted up laughing, tears welling up in his eyes.
One more story that I just remembered:
I was just finished with rehearsal at my brother's studio... I always carry an orange water jug with me, dangling usually from one of my fingers. As I headed out the door, I went frantic, looking for my jug. I went back into the studio... not there. I checked outside in the reception area, nothing. So I asked around, "where my orange water jug?" The security guy pointed to my hand, and there it was, dangling from my pinky.
Welcome to my world.