You remember that comercial (PSA) that had a hand holding an egg with a voice over that said “This is your brain.” Then the hand would crack the egg and fry it up in a frying pan, with the following comentary “This is your brain on drugs. Any questions?”
Well right now I feel all fried and I haven’t been on any drugs. Perhaps they should have a PSA for pregnant women. One that might say “this is your brain.” then perhaps they could borrow the American Express slogan “Don’t leave home without it.”
Today I went pursut of some baby stuff via consignment stores. I went to the old faithful, Once upon A Child, only to watch my stroller for a second time roll right out the door. I saw a few other things but talked myself out of them. I then decided to go try another store. Now this is where my brain fails me. I forgot that I mix up the names of some of the stores and well my Onstar friend (I don’t really have onstar, I have a cell phone that connects me to a friend with the internet and a phonebook.) wasn’t able to help me because I forgot that I mix up names and how was she supposed to know? Anyway after drowning my sorrows in Mc Ronchies, Tweedle E and I decided to go home. I looked up the stores and sure enough I was right next to one when I phoned her but because I mix up names I looking for a different store, on the wrong side of the street.
I’m not ususally this messed up with directions or names, so I find this very discouraging. So now when I say Growthpurtz I mean Spoutz Kidz and hopefully the act of typing it out will form an engram in my head so that I can retain this info. Just so you know there is a medical explanation, or so I am told, that explains this phenomenon. All the oxyginated blood is flowing to the baby and away from my brain. Its like my brain is on basic life support, only functioning barely enough to sustain the essentials like Breathing, eating, pooping and heart functions. Apparently cognitive abilities aren’t essential for life.