I have not forgotten to post here.
Yet, it feels like I have.
I have been so busy with the garden.
Canning tomatoes and salsa and freezing peppers and broccoli and zucchini.
Which reminds me, I have yet to check my zucchini this morning.
I'll wait til the bees are done doing their thing.
I have come to the conclusion that having a good memory can be a curse.
My husband says I have a mind like a steel trap.
Which is nice, except everyone I know seems to have rusty traps.
I did this mail things to 5 people on Facebook and when a friend of mind ( who signed up to do this) got hers she wanted to know why I gave it to her instead of keeping it.
My cousin and I made plans that when she came through Iowa on her way from Arkansas to Minnesota, she'd stop and we'd have lunch.
She never told me when.
But, she mentioned going on Facebook and I told her to let me know when and she said OK.
Turned out she drove through the next day and never got a hold of me.
Drove back through a few days later, spent the night 30 minutes away and not one word.
Yesterday a friend was supposed to come out and pick up some tomatoes and zucchini.
We talked about it the night before and she never came out.
My daughter said she probably forgot.
Is this stuff really so hard to remember?
From one day to the next?
So, I get a little irritated.
My husband forgets a lot.
My daughter forgets a lot.
Well, she forgets unless it is something in one of her books.
My oldest sister forgets.
The other one too.
My oldest niece forgets all the time too.
The list just goes on and on and on.
And there is me.
I am one that remembers a comment someone made on my blog a year or two ago.