I'm getting old... all the signs are starting to manifest themselves. I lose things that I vividly remember leaving in a particular place, but they are no longer there. I've blamed it on Aspen and her love of carting things off to play with, but my list is growing and I am beginning to maybe think its ME.
my watch with the big beads band
my niece's ipod
my running watch (scratch that one... found it in the car today)
my running sweatband
a library book
Aspen's dog/cuddle blanket
all right handed garden gloves (3 pair)
sterling silver teardrop earring
More than the things I've lost, the things I've found tell me I'm screaming toward the OLD age of 40 (yes, I know... in 10 years this will be the YOUNG).
~1035 gray hairs
myself saying quotes my mom used to say (and probably her mom)
AKA: hold on to your hats, for Pete's sake, or "shut the door Richard"
my toes becoming more hammer-toe-ish each year
Does this house have a lost & found???