Most friends know me as a mild-mannered individual who doesn't get excited about many things. I can even tolerate fingers on a chalk-board for brief stints. But nothing drives me up a wall quicker than not being able to remember something.
For example, life as we know it comes to an abrupt halt when I cannot locate my keys or eyeglasses. Where did I leave them? I don't know because I don't remember. My children remain unmoved. It's not that important to them. I've found a way around this by placing a bounty on whatever I can't find. Competition kicks in and they scramble to be the first to cash in on my memory lapse.
Today money failed, however. There was no way to say, "Five bucks to the first kid who can tell me what I was thinking about right before I fell asleep last night." (Where's the Old Testament Daniel when you need him?) After years of leaving pencil and paper by my bed, the one time I don't, I forget the very thing I don't want to forget. So I've reformed, once and for all. I've finally learned my lesson. Never, ever, ever think that you'll remember that great idea in the morning. Maybe you will. Maybe you won't. Write it down. Just to be sure.
Now where did I put that pencil?