So last night Brooke and I are driving home from here work Christmas party. It was a pleasant evening at Chaffin's Barn Dinner Theatre, literally a barn that houses plays while serving dinner. It was nice, but horribly ironic that Brooke's company, NHC, runs nursing homes, and there just happened to be a busload of retirees there that night. I told Brooke they should hand out business cards at intermission.
Anyway, so we're driving home and talking about Christmas and presents and what we have left to get people. Somehow the conversation turned, and we started talking about what we got last year. That is when it hit us: we couldn't remember what we got each other last year. The drive home took an hour. We spent at least 45 minutes trying to piece together the past two Christmases to figure out what the heck we got. I knew I had received a watch at some point, and Brooke got a robe, but we seriously thought the rest of the crowd at the play infected us with Alzheimer's or something.
What does this tell us we have to look forward to in the coming years? I mean, we've got a year and a third down and we already can't remember things. Now I know how Mom feels when she yells out fifteen different names when trying to get my attention before she finally settles on Tyler. Which, by the way, is degrading when she picks out our dog names when yelling at me.
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Okay, I know for a fact I never went through more than 8 names when trying to figure out who you were: Dennis, Greg, Snickers, Gracie, DeeDee, Tank, Maggie, and Jack. AND I DO NOT YELL!
Whats really bad is when you can't remember what you bought someone for the current Christmas season. I've already done that once.
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