Anyway, it is better to call this kind of thing a Rick Perry moment than to call it a senior moment. I am sick and tired of that. Too many of my friends are Boomers, so of an age to have mental processing slow down and sometimes stall for a bit. Inevitably, they say, "haha, senior moment." Now wait. I'm a senior here, three years older than the oldest Boomer. Slower processing is usual, common, and for all I know, inevitable as you age. And it really isn't nice to make fun of your grandma.
|You talking about me?|
So down I went and now sorted the laundry into two baskets, you know the drill. Kick-slid those across the laundry room. Went through spraying stains, blabla, putting in right amount of detergent, putting in Downy fragrance-free. Stood watching to see that I had the right amount of clothes in the right amount of water. And . . . realized I'd put the wrong freaking detergent in. The stuff from the big box I bought accidentally a while ago that has Spring Burst or some such fragrance. I can't stand it on my clothes. I mean, I seriously can't stand it.
Now, that was moment number one. So after a nourishing breakfast of hummus, Wheat Thins and sunflower seeds I went down and ran the damn load all over again, this time with a little Biz to hopefully take the smell out, more Downy. Sigh.
I said I had two of these this morning, but offhand I don't remember the other one. Enough said.