Mornin’, folkeronies. Yes, another nod to Hyperbole and a Half. I can relate to growing “memory challenged;” I kept thinking it was Friday yesterday, often walk into the kitchen, bedroom, any room, and forget why, and my word recall…sometimes I feel I may’ve suffered a small stroke. It’s stress, any one of my meds, pent-up sexual energy, and poor sleep more likely. I’m 100% positive it’s Friday this time.
Enjoy this day of decreased productivity and daydreams of a Norman Rockwell-inspired Labor Day weekend of family picnics and cookouts that only folks like Martha Stewart experience! It is Labor Day, right? Always confuse it with Memorial Day. (half hour passes) Wait–it is Memorial Day weekend! Dang nabbit. I’m telling you–mini-stroke.