Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Monday, March 24, 2014

3.24

She can't believe it; sometimes it's like he tries to aggravate her. Like today, he said "I'll get to the Poly" and she heard him, she did hear him, he said it. But this evening, where's the grocery? Where's the house paint she needed? Nowhere. And where was he? Getting to the Poly. Aggravating. This evening, a time she should have been able to use for chores and work will instead be wasted waiting for him to get back from a chore he should have done first, not last.
And then again, maybe it's more annoying that he never does it on purpose.

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