<p>This has to be my favorite ever thread. You guys are making me feel a lot better…about my husband. You can’t imagine how many times I find the ice cream in the fridge.</p>
<p>Years ago (in my thirties) I was all dressed for work and dragging the garbage pail to the curb when my neighbor spotted me and pointed out that I had mismatched shoes on (I think one brown shoe and one black shoe). So glad she noticed before I had actually started heading for work.</p>
<p>I’m in a group faculty “picture day” picture standing in the front row of the group wearing one brown shoe and one black one. Yup.</p>
<p>I did it once with two different navy flats with gold trim. Didn’t notice until I got to work, of course.</p>
<p>EPTR - I’m surprised someone didn’t do you the courtesy of photoshopping your shoes to match! I have a dear friend who has his own consulting firm. One of the big perks is he takes his employees on these amazing gold star catered outbound adventure trips. The website always features a group photo from a trip. Well, a certain employee was there three months and left. The owner sent me the jpg begging me to remove this guy from the picture. No problem, never there. I’ve done it twice now. The joke is “don’t irritate the Boss, he’ll make you disappear”. ;)</p>
<p>I don’t know how DH doesn’t end up mismatched. He’s colorblind and dresses in the closet before 5am everyday. I’ve never noticed a snafu, but then he has complete change of clothes at the office, clean shirts, etc, so I guess he could swap out socks if he goofs.</p>
<p>OP,
I am much older than you are…I have done my share of having differen shoes on me. I learnt not to pay attention to this, just luaugh it off. I have many more procedures in my life than I have had before. This is the only way to live now. I know if I do not stick to a procedure, then something will be forgotten. But another interesting observation, that memory got just very selective. For some unknown reason, I have become a source of telephone numbers to my H. There are also some very vivid memories from 55 years ago. I have watched a very old movie recently, I remembered all faces, how i felt about them and easily sang along many songs. My H. was also amazed with this one and said that he will not accept my comments that I do not remember anything any more.</p>
<p>^ Much wisdom in this! I’ve had short term memory loss since my 30’s due to a head injury. My keys, purse, bills, etc. have to be in a certain spot or there is frustration and I simply will not be able to find them. My iphone was the greatest gift DH ever gave me. Contacts all in one place, calendar right there (appts go in at the Dr.s office when they are made, no cards to keep up with), reminders, lists that are ongoing and remind me of things others would remember. Grocery stores now have apps that keep your shopping list, no more forgetting tiny slips of paper and everyone in the house can add to it and check it when they are at the store. It’s taken a huge amount of anxiety away.</p>
<p>I also completely relate to memories from 30yrs ago being very vivid. My friend posted a link to youtube yesterday from a concert in 1982…not a well known singer, but one we both loved. It was a time warp and I could recall every word. The brain is a wonderful, frustrating, amazing thing that we are just in the infancy of understanding.</p>
<p>I’ve gone to open a car door in a parking lot and assumed that my keyfob remote battery was dead… only to realize that I was at the wrong car.</p>
<p>Hahahaha…very funny thread.
My boss told me yesterday that she labels her pants as soon as she buys them to say either Black orBlue, so shes found a way to solve that problem. Now shes trying to find a way to do the same thing with her socks! She turned 60 this year. I typically find myself standing in a room, but I forgot what I’m in there for!</p>
<p>Many years ago, I was taking my toddler out of her car seat only to realize that she didn’t have shoes. A bit embarrassed, I continued with my grocery shopping anyway. When I went to load the groceries in the trunk, I was stunned to see her sandals sitting on the bumper. This meant that I had traveled about 4 miles from my home to the store and the shoes did not budge. It was a summer miracle.</p>
<p>Jym you reminded me…
I took metro around DC for many years.
At least once I left the station and walked towards where I parked my car, only to realize that I’d had to park at a different station that day. (which meant paying again, waiting for the train, walking again…)
I think once you have kids, you worry more about their “stuff” and forget yourself a little.</p>
<p>“My boss told me yesterday that she labels her pants as soon as she buys them to say either Black orBlue, so shes found a way to solve that problem. Now shes trying to find a way to do the same thing with her socks!”
-That just shows that she is not there where I am !!! I have lost any interest in regard to the color of my pants / socks, I really truly do not care if they are Black or Blue or whatever…and whatever top will match this color or whatever, who cares, I have been invisible for many years, nobody will notice!!! It is called true FREEDOM!!!</p>
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My whole family got in the wrong car once–we only realized it when we noticed that it had the wrong trash. We jumped out and slipped away. Moral: lock your car.</p>
<p>When I first went back to work after my D turned two, I not only went to work with two different shoes on…they had different height heels and completely different colors. Luckily it’s my damn company.</p>
<p>Since this is a college message board, I will share one of my favorite stories of my D’s senior year so far. We were at HS open house, chatting with a couple whose 3 kids are the same age as our three kids. As the dad was shamelessly bragging about his kids, I noticed that his shirt was inside out. Made the bragging a bit easier to take!</p>
<p>Might have been a style statement.</p>
<p>This is the most I’ve laughed all week…
Just goes to show you, you’re never alone…</p>
<p>After a few hours of shopping with my son a few years ago…he say’s, “Mom I think you might have your shirt on inside out”, I looked down not only to find that was true, but also that the entire front of the shirt was horribly stained…what was I thinking when I got dressed THAT morning? I was mortified, my son said “no big deal, I don’t think anyone noticed”…</p>
<p>I once made it all the way to school with my pants inside out. Rust colored corduroy with the white pockets on the outside. Not sure how I missed that one, though I did recall having some difficulty with the zipper that morning.</p>
<p>On different occasions, I’ve started making coffee without water, without coffee, and without a filter. Two out of three doesn’t work!</p>
<p>My kids love to remind me of all the times they have thought I lost my mind. The ones they bring up the most often:</p>
<p>When they were little, after dinner I told them to put their chicken bones in the fridge (instead of the trash) and they did it.</p>
<p>I once wrote them a note that said to put their clean clothes in their pocket (instead of their closet.)</p>