With the New Year, I decided to get "back on the wagon" for exercising and eating right (after about a two-month "vacation"). So, for about a week, I exercised every day. The eating right part was harder though. I couldn't find the one-cup measuring cup that I use for fixing my oatmeal. How could I eat my oatmeal if I couldn't follow my established routine? Suzanne swore that she had not misplaced it. She also reminded me that I could simply use the half-cup measuring cup, and fill it twice. I considered that, but the departure from routine was all the excuse I needed to procrastinate getting "back on the oatmeal wagon." So, for five weeks I kept telling myself that one of these days I would start eating oatmeal again. Maybe I would even stop at the store and buy a new one-cup measuring cup! Finally, this morning, I decided I would try to break through the mental block and try using the half-cup measuring cup. So, I got the oatmeal out of the pantry, and what did I find? You guessed it! The elusive missing one-cup measuring cup! Busted! Oh man! I am never going to hear the end of this from my sweet Suzanne! She's still laughing! I just write it off to my early stages of . . . . Oh! what's the name of that blasted disease that wipes out your memory? Anyway, you know what I mean. Hey! Stop laughing at me! It's not funny!
2 comments:
Just remember that this is my new reply...I think you left it in the oatmeal box!
How hilarious! So funny that it went on for 5 weeks! I dont think its alzheimer's though...Aaron has done this type of thing many times before. You guys must be related or something. ;) At least you know where Suzanne keeps the measuring cups!
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