Remember when I talked about spilling my marbles? (If you can’t, well then, you must be having similar issues.)
Apparently my sister-in-law has the same problem, as well as a great sense of humor.
Maybe we need a support group. We could call it Mentally Mushy Moms. (Moms With Mushy Muscles would be a separate group.)
Actually, the first chapter in our book is called A Brain Gone Soft.
I’m sorry, but I think there’s something to this, folks. There’s simply too much evidence to believe otherwise. We’re goners.
The good news is that you won’t remember this once you click off this page. There’s always a bright side, no matter how confusing the situation.
Don’t forget that.