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Mommy Brain?

Does anyone else walk into the drugstore and promptly forget what they needed?

I always knew I had lost a chunk of my front lobe when the Kid was born. Stupidly I thought that would come back, kind of like thinking the elasticity in my stomach would rebound (uh, no).

Today I walked in, needing some index cards, a Cherry Coke (yes, I did need that), and a toothbrush. Forgot the toothbrush, did manage to get into the stationary aisle but bought scotch tape instead, and yes, came out with a Cherry Coke.

At least I got my priorities straight.
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Abel said…
A Cherry Coke is a better choice compare to Diet Coke in Dubai property.
12:08 pm
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