While I was at work earlier, I thought of a story to tell you. I kept it in my head until I got home. I kept it a little while longer while planning the logistics of pizza for dinner.
I picked up the pizza, got home, ate, and…it’s gone.
I have absolutely no idea what embarrassing story from my past I was going to share.
I’m sorry. Maybe I’ll remember it tomorrow; maybe I’ll think of another one.
I guess we’ll have to see.