Remind me to remind you...

I don't ever know why my moms tells me things to remind her later.

She'll tell me "Remind me when we get home I have to go to the movie store to drop off the movies"  and I'll just look at her blankly, because I've already forgotten what she's said, and I can't believe she doesn't know that by now.

For 15 years I've had the memory of a goldfish (ok, yes I know, Mythbusters proved that goldfish actually have great memories, but you get my point).

So I'll just let anybody who's reading this now, unless you make me write it down (if you ever have my phone for some reason, look at the drafts, I have sooo many reminders in there), I will not remember.  And even then I might not, so don't expect me to remember all those little things you told me to remember.  Because I've probably already looong forgotten them.

Ok, I'm not dumb I mean, I remember things.  It just has to register.  So make sure I'm paying complete attention when you tell me something, or most likely I'm just "uh-huh"-ing to make you shut up.

Seriously, in one ear and out the other, I've become a master at the whole blocking people out thing.

Completely honest, Mom's told me to go get things, and I've forgotten while I went to go get them (like her purse from upstairs, or a rag from the kitchen).  Especially if you ask while I'm texting, you might have not said it at all...

Always Three Words,

Nadia Echo