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| What did you want again? |
“Don’t forget the Clarks are coming over today,” I said to
Char on our daily lunch conversation.
“Oh? When did this happen?”
“Tuesday. Remember? I told you that Teri had set it up and
we were going to do a game night thing.” I already knew how the rest of this
conversation was going to play out, but I had to keep going anyway. You would
think I’d learn by now, surrender, and just get my apology over with. I’m
stubborn when it comes to learning things, however.
“Um, no, you never told me. Must have been Sarah.”
“I’m sure I told you. I tell each of you everything. I know
the trouble I get in if I don’t.” And I was once again in trouble, because I
hadn’t told her. You would think I would have this problem under control by now
and, to be honest, I do try. However, the problem is once I’ve told one of
them, my mind registers that I’ve said it and promptly shifts it to the back of
my brain where it floats with everything else I’ve forgotten to tell one of
them. You see, when it comes to communication, my brain sometimes is my worst
enemy and, therefore, I have to create new ways of getting myself out of
trouble. Sometimes it even works.
