They think this because my memory has failed me, of late, more times than naught.
They think this is a unique phenomenon affecting only me.
Heaven forbid if I should repeat myself a time or two or three or four.
May the dear Lord spare me from further furtive side glances and rolling eyeballs if I should happen to re-tell a tale.
I long to never have to hear again, "Uh, Hon...We've had this conversation all ready," or the whispered concerns behind my back.
Please tell me, dear friends, that I am not alone.
Or better yet, please, please , please convince Mr. Sister and the little Sisters that this is a normal happenstance for any women of our particular age and circumstance.
Otherwise, I fear, the next knock at my door may be the men in white coats.
On a serious note: for my family and for those who would like a little more information regarding memory and peri-menopause/menopause connection I ask that you please take the time to read THIS and THIS.
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I would now like to welcome any and all new friends who have made their way over from Willoughby's Cocktail Party. Please take the time to visit an archived post or two. Feel free to ask me any questions you may have as I have plans to use those very questions in an upcoming "video" interview that will eventually be posted on my blog. (I want questions from my old blog buddies, too!) It is my sincere hope that you decide this might be a fun place to hang out from time to time. The light is always on and the door is always open.
