Brain Fart

I have to admit, the older I get, the more my brain farts (ok so does my rear end but we are ladies and we don't fart, we fluff and we don't discuss such delicate matters  right?).


The boy had a dentist appt.  Because of the extreme trauma involved with a trip to the dentist, he was promised donuts if he was good.  Today the boy was good!  No screaming, no biting of the dentist, no holding down of the boy by the burly dentist.  He earned the donuts. Oh and no cavities! 


So after alex’s dental appt we stop over at Bakers to get him a donut (yeah I know right after the dentist, but hey he didn’t bite the dentist because of the donut) and this gals runs me down in the parking lot  “Peanut, Peanut Hi (not my real name of course she was yelling my real name like it's a big secret huh)”  I had no friggin clue who she was…………..and then she said Pam……….I’m like mmmmhmmm kay….Pam?  What Pam's do I know?


Talk about a complete blank! She had shades on and while that didn't help, there was nothing familiar about this person at all.   I nodded and smiled and chatted about the weather. Thankfully the boy was waving his donuts in her face, so that was a distraction from the fact I was standing in front her with my mouth hanging open.

So I run into work and the first I do is look up Pam’s on FB and the couple in my town aren’t her. Crap.  Who was this person?  Was she my personal genie and I failed to make three wishes?  Did she have a big ole giant check, with many zeros on it, just waiting for me in the back of her suv?


The Pam searched returned friends who have children with down syndrome. Lo and behold, up pops ANNE....


OHHHHHHHH Anne!!! Now I know who she is.....duh. She's the admin for our ds group....


geesh.