suitable attire

My friend popped over this morning to drop off something and pick up something.
I’d say what something was only I don’t remember anymore.

Just like I didn’t remember why I walked her into the adjacent room to show her something only to forget what something was once we got there.
“It’s in here,” I said “come with me…” leading her through the magical magnetic door frame that obviously wiped my brain matter clean of any useful residue the minute we passed through.

I stood there sputtering and scratching my head while sizzling noises seeped from my ears.  “wait…what am I doing here again”?  


"Do you smell smoke?"
“and what did you say your name was again”?

Maybe I’m just a little distracted…what, with Thanksgiving, the house guests, the kids arrival, and the approaching wedding.   It’s possible I suppose, but I’m good.  Really I am.

Now what do you think about this jacket?


I feel all snuggly and loved when I wear it.

I’m just gonna sit here and play with this shiny object while you fasten the straps…m-kay?