Totally OT, but something I'm sure we can ALL relate to.......

[Kitty C.]

I'm sure some of you can relate, and those that can't, well, this might explain why we are the way we are.
 
Recently, I was diagnosed with A. A. A. D. D. - Age Activated
Attention Deficit Disorder.
 
This is how it manifests:
 
I decide to wash my car.
 
 
As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on
the hall table.  
 
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
 
 
I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the
trash can under the table, and notice that the trash can is full.

 
 
So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out
the trash first.
 
 
But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I
take out the trash anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.
 
 
I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only
one check left
 
 
My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go to my desk
where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.
 
 
I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the
Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.
 
 
I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put
it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
 
 
As I head toward the kitchen with the coke a vase of flowers on
the counter catches my eye--they need to be watered.
 
 
I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading
glasses that I've been searching for all morning.
 
 
I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going
to water the flowers.
 
 
I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container
with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote.
 
 
Someone left it on the kitchen table.
 
 
I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be
looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on
the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where
it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.
 
 
I splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on
the floor.
 
 
So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels
and wipe up the spill.
 
 
Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was
planning to do.
 
 
At the end of the day: the car isn't washed, the bills aren't
paid, there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the
flowers aren't watered, there is still only one check in my
checkbook, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses,
and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.
 
 
Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm
really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm
really tired.
 
 
I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some
help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.
 
 
Do me a favor, will you? Forward this message to everyone you
know, because I don't remember to whom it has been sent.
 
 
Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!
 
 
GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.
GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL
LAUGHING AT YOURSELF IS THERAPEUTIC!
 
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The emoticons that came with this e-mail were hilarious, too!

[jilly]

OK...you just described me! LOL  However, I do eventually realize that i'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off so I have to make a conscious effort to stay on track.  And I can say that I at least accomplish some of the things I've started! LOL

[sweetnsad]

This is definitely me...but I'm wondering if it's pregnancy related...oh well...I forwarded it to my friends anyway...they'll get a kick out of it...

[Peanutsdad]

Ummm ok,, this is scary.

[StPaulieGirl]

That sounds like a typical day :/

Adding to it:

You decide to do some yardwork.  None of the garden hand tools are where they are supposed to be.  One hour spent rounding up tools.  

You clean out the flower beds, now it's time to edge and mow.  The Weed Wacker is out of line.  Get in car and go to hardware store to purchase more line.  Another hour, due to insane traffic.

Get home and forget exactly how to restring the damn thing.  Approximately 45 minutes spent properly winding the line around the little spindle.  

Stop edging every three minutes, and manually pull out the string.  The whole time, the neighbor from hell is across the street yapping like a shu itsu on crack.  As I pull out the line for the umpteeth time, I wish that she would get hit by lightning and just shut the #%#$%^ up.  At the same time, the 80 yr old neighbor next door comes out her front door and gets into her car.  Whoops.  She heard the whole thing :-(

Finally get it done.  Now it's time to mow.  Haven't used a mower in years.  Get son to start it for me.  Unfortunately it keeps dying.  Press little red button and flood the thing.  Son is po'd.  Sounds like his dad.  Start raking up  the grass(weeds actually)that I managed to mow, waiting to see if I permanently killed the lawnmower.

After several times of restarting the lawnmower(it hates me), we said to hell with it.  My son turns out to have severe allergies, which might be the cause of some of his health problems.  That's why I decided to mow.  If only I had enough sh*t in my britches to pull that stupid thing to get it to start, I wouldn't have let him outside period.

My son in law said he'd finish the yard.  The flower garden looks pretty good, though.

This scenario repeats itself when cleaning, mending, doing homework, or just getting the heck out the door.

Happy peaceful weekend, everybody!