of all the things i miss the most....

in my mother's desk she had this big yellow pin that said, "of all the things i miss, i miss my brain the most." any time i "borrowed" the tape or scissors from her top drawer, that pin would look at me. the image i have of that old thing immediately surfaced just the other morning. i was running a little late, frantically looking for my keys. LOML was in the shower, we had already said goodbye for the day, and it was past time to go. i was having a bit of trouble locating my keys. i dumped out my purse...no keys. i searched the kitchen...no keys. i checked the bedside table...no keys. i hit my knees and checked under all the furniture in the den...NO KEYS! and then it struck me. i had been dropped off the night before by a friend. i went through the front door and i couldn't get the door unlocked. Love of My Life opened it from the inside as i waved bye to my friend. but what had i done with my keys. i ran to the front door, cole and avery hot on my heels. i threw the lock down, jerked open the door, and there, IN THE KEY HOLE, were my keys. they had been there all night, just beaming "come on in mr. sketchy guy that doesn't belong on this street! welcome home!"

this is more than just alarming. they say that you lose your mind when you have children- you forget EVERYTHING. i don't have any children and here i am, losing my mind.

like i said, of all the things i miss, i miss my brain the most.