Maybe I Am Really Losing My Mind…

I’ve been in an unusual mood all week.  Most, I’m sure, think that I am masking the way I truly feel, but in all honesty, I’ve just been a little more carefree here of late.  I’ve not been stressing, which is unusal of me and I’ve been a tad on the snarky side.

It was apparent in the “discussion” I had with the boy over his vulture moves and my cup.  (Which, last night, he was very careful to ask me which halloween cup was mine to make sure that he didn’t remove my cup from the place that I sat it on the counter.  Yay boy!)

However, last night we had an equally interesting conversation in which, the more we bantered back and forth, the more I realized that it would make for a good blog post.

I can picture the scene that we were having the conversation.

I can picture his face and my mood as we were bantering.

But do you think I can remember what in the world we were discussing?

Nope.

I even almost said to him, “this will make a good blog post.”

Perhaps I should’ve.  Then, maybe when I asked him this morning what it was about he would’ve remembered.  He did bring up one topic that we talked about, but I can assure you, it was not something that I would’ve posted here.

I tried to remember this morning.  I tried and asked and tried some more.  The conversation isn’t even 24 hours old… and yet, I can’t remember.

And while I realize that I am getting older, I really don’t think that I should be losing my mind this early in the game.  I’m only turning 33 in less than two months… and that’s how old Jesus was when He died.  I don’t think He was losing His mind at that age… but then again, He’s the Infinate God man…

Probably not a good analogy.

So here you go… day 12 of blogging and again… I can’t remember what I was going to blog about.

But I blogged.

Check that one off the list…

Until next time…