You Know that You Are "Losing It', When.....................

When you arrive at work in your slippers! (No, I haven't, YET!)
When you lose your keys time & time again in a short space of time! (A sure sign of brain overload for me)
Wondering why you have that terrible stomach discomfort & discovering, on your next toilet visit, that you've accidentally put your nickers on the wrong way: one of the leg holes is strangling your waist! (Yep, done that!)

Just the other day I started throwing out all the food that expires in 2005....

This happened within a space of 30 seconds.
I was driving home yesterday thinking 'Im going to the gym tonight so I need the car', get home, get out, open the garage, drive the car into the garage, go to get out of the car and only THEN remember I need the car in a couple of hours.

Does looking all over the place for your reading glasses when they're right there on the bridge of your nose count?

Yup! I do it all the time!

I assume that when I misplace glasses that my unconscious mind is reminding me to seek new perspective for my accustomed problems.

This way I can feel inspired rather than stupid.

we helped move some friends out of townhouse and into another one closer to the research site about 20 miles away. We got to the house and the door was kocked . One of us remembered that they kept the key above the door frame. We got all the downstairs done and loaded into this van when a whole bunch of cops and the owner of the townhouse showed up. Our friend, who just finished up at the labs showed up about a half hour later while they were processing us for B&E.

Ho ho, it was sure a god joke on us . That was maybe 30 years ago and its gotten only steadily worse. Having a really good remote opener for my vehicle is great cause if Im in a big shopping center, Im always forgetting where I park. So I kind of wander around and keep hitting the panic button till my truck speaks to me.

I once stood at my front door pointing my car door opener at the door and wondering why it didnt give that comforting quick beep and a click.

Im in the beautiful dawn of my senility

We have metro cards here in New York, for those that don't know, and you have to slide your card and go through a turnstile to get to the subway. Every so often I will just completely flake out and forget that I have to use the card. I end up walking directly into the immobile metal bar of the turnstile at full speed, slamming my tenderloins and almost flipping right over the damn thing.

Ever lock your keys in your car...while it's running? I have, and so has my brother. Must run in the family.

I actually did get all the way to work once before I realized I was wearing my, um, comfy shoes.

I answer the phones at work all day and I have to say... Thank you for calling (companys name), how can I help you....so after nine hours of work, I go home and my phones rings, and you guessed it I say the script.....

DOes that count?

Leave it to me, on the hottest day in the summer and I asked a police officer who drove by to help me and he said "your a stupid girl, it's your stupid mistake, fix it yourself!)

Heehee...are all those Massachusetts cops so mean?

Most of em', but he just had his d*ck up his ass!

When I got home several months ago, I thought I put the car keys in my purse, as usual. I haven't found them since--it must be three months by now. What's really frustrating is that they have to be around here somewhere....

I have been known to fill the dog's dish then leave it on the counter.

Appointments are getting bad. I used to always check my appointment book and keep track of where i needed to be, but since retiring, I forget to check the book. Just remembering on my own is completely out of the question. Sigh.

I've done that more than once, Kicky. One time it was a rental car out in a suburb of Detroit in the middle of the night. No cell phone. D'you ever try to find a pay phone in the middle of a strange residential area in the middle of the night? Or get some honest, upstanding resident to admit a stranger with a face like mine into their home to use their phone? Sheeesh.

Oh, absolutely, Diane! If it doesn't get written down, it doesn't happen.

Last time I did that in Massachusetts, I didn't bother with cops. Happened to be a fire station right around the corner from where the car was idling. Walked over and two extremely nice BFD men walked back with me, used a gizmo resembling a bent coat hanger (but not the aforementioned article) and got me back in in no time at all. Refused to take a tip, said it was part of their job.

Not to mention dialing 9 to get an outside line when you're at home....

Yeah, but Eva, I can't even make it when I write it down! It's getting worse, eeeek!