The transmission on my car went out this weekend, so I have been borrowing my dad's car all week. Yesterday afternoon, I went to the store to pick up a few things. When I came out, I remembered which row I had parked on, but I could not find my car. I walked over to the next aisle. No car.
I then instantly remembered. Duh, Stephanie! You are in your dad's car! I then walked back over to the other aisle that I had just been at and got ready to leave.
I used to think people were making things up when they talked about how their memory left them after having a kid. More and more all of the time I realize that this was no lie! It's the honest truth!
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Ok...I'm really in trouble, then, because this very thing happened to me before I even got pregnant!
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