How Embarrassing

This is embarrassing to admit, but since we’re buddies and I know you won’t judge me, I’m going to tell you what I did.

You know how pitiful my memory is, right? Unfortunately we’ve established this in numerous postings. But I’ve also been known to embarrass myself even when I’m alone, if that’s possible. And guess what?

I’m a note taker. This goes hand in hand with someone whose memory banks have a slow leak, sorta like a puncture in a Doughboy pool. Therefore, I’m lost without my precious notebook. Like a Visa card, I never leave home without it.

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