Notes are my life.
I rely on them. For everything — grocery lists, appointments, dinner ideas, things I MUST remember to tell people.
Sometimes they’re scribbled onto the back of a receipt, other times I’ll write them on a nice, lined piece of notebook paper. Mostly they’re in my phone, typed or voice texted, and I am not sure what is going on these days, but there is some pretty weird stuff popping up in that app. In fact, it’s so nonsensical that I’m wondering if I’m sleep-voice texting, which would be amazing since I keep my phone on the other end of the house when I snooze.
I’m going to share what I found the other day when I started a Costco shopping list and maybe somebody out there — one of the four of you who reads this thing, Lacy maybe?—can tell me what I was talking about…
What is that? Did I just get distracted? Who types just a single letter and moves on?
OK, that I THINK is from when No. 3 got his wisdom teeth yanked and I must have had my phone set to voice text and he must have been talking and I must have been talking and maybe even Siri was talking? Or else I had my phone set to record while “Minority Report” was playing on the TV because that totally sounds like the babbling of a precog.
Again, I have no idea, but it’s the same day and even time as the other weird one. Maybe I need to stop day drinking?
What does that even mean? I mean, cheese is a hobby of mine, but I never have to chase it since there’s usually a block just sitting right there in the deli drawer. Maybe I thought it was a good band name? Which it IS.