OK, so you know how in families the different children tend to get labeled? Intentionally or unintentionally, it happens.
So, what was my label? I was "The Smart One". My sisters were musical and creative and I was "The Smart One". If you want a good piano teacher, don't look to me. If you want a great haircut, don't look to me. However, I have sisters who are amazing at those things. If you want to know how to use the Pythagorean Theorem to figure out how much cable to purchase for a certain situation, I'm your girl.
Or, I used to be your girl. However, everyday I feel like my knowledge base is shrinking. Is that possible?
Maybe not, but my memory is HORRIBLE and it makes me feel like I know NOTHING!
I recently played a game with a group of women where you had to say what movie character you were most like. I said I was like the girl from 50 First Dates. (She's the one who lost her short-term memory due to a car accident). I have NO idea what her name was in the movie (that would require a memory), so I just called her "the girl from 50 First Dates".
Tonight at Bunco something came up and I showed off my lack of memory. I said, "Remember, I'm Dory from Finding Nemo." My partner for that round said, "No, you weren't. I was."
I said, "Oh yeah, that's right. I was the girl from 50 First Dates."
'Nough Said
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