Everybody around me seems to be overwhelmed much of the time these days. Is it a sign of the times, early onset Alzheimer’s, sensory overload, too many years of multi-tasking or selective amnesia?
The new series we’re doing in our small group at church requires some memorization. We have all agreed that we can no longer memorize. We will read those parts in unison, but forget memorizing it!
The last time I went to my doctor for a regular check-up, I mentioned to him that sometimes I worry about myself. He assured me I was okay, told me that my hard-drive was just full. I hope he is right. Today’s article was going to be about some really stupid things I did last week, but guess what…I can’t remember what they were! No kidding!
So anyway, I’ll tell you what my niece did last week. I won’t name names, but my niece who was visiting my sister last week, was bringing our breakfast in from Hardees. My sister always gets the Low Carb Bowl and I ordered a good old sausage cheese biscuit.
When nameless niece arrived with our food, she announced to my sister, “Sorry, but Hardee’s no longer has Low Carb Bowls!”
“Really!” my sister was certainly surprised since they had them as recently as two weeks ago.
“Really! I noticed they were not listed on the menu anymore, but I asked for one anyway, and the lady didn’t know what I was talking about. She said she had never heard of a Low Carb Bowl and they had not served anything like that since she had been working there. But never fear, I explained it to her, that it was just a biscuit with no biscuit. I told her to put sausage, bacon, egg and cheese in a bowl…no bread, and charge me like I had bought a sausage, bacon, egg and cheese biscuit, and she did it!”
As I sat down with a hot cup of coffee, and started to unwrap my sausage-cheese biscuit, I noticed the paper it was wrapped in was not their usual bright yellow paper, but a very dark, almost black shiny
paper. Hmmm, I thought, new paper. Then when I turned it over, I saw the Wendy’s logo!
As I laughed hysterically, I was thinking to myself, this makes me feel pretty good. After all, she is twelve years younger than I. (“Me” sounds better here, but I know that “I” is correct grammar)
My euphoria was pretty short-lived, though, as I remembered we share the same gene pool.
Oh well, if and when, I remember what crazy thing I did last week, I will write it down immediately, then I’ll share it with you, friends! Thanks for reading.