I had the funniest thing happen yesterday. No BLT, right? So, when I feed my dog I have to use my grabber to put the dog dish on the floor. Well, I had no idea where I had put the thing, so I travel all over the house, looking in all the nooks and crannies where I might have left it. Truly, it took me about 10 minutes to locate it. So...when I get the trusty grabber in my hand, I just stand there for a minute and realize that I can't remember why I was trying to find the grabber in the first place! Took me another 10 minutes to remember. Overall, it took 20 minutes for the bouncing dog to get her food. Do I chalk this up to Vicodin, muscle relaxers, or the ever popular Senior Moment? Hey, gotta laugh at outselves, huh?