Oy.

This morning, about 5:45--

I grab the cereal box, get the milk out of the fridge, find my vitamin and get a bowl out of the cupboard, and then open the fridge to get the milk. Not there. I turn, see it on the counter, and frown.

"Hey, Chris? When you got a glass of milk last night, did you leave the gallon out?"
"Hon, you just took that out a minute ago."
". . . oh."

This morning, about 8:00--

Customer hands me a bill, I give him change for a single.

"I gave you a five."
*realizes he's right*
"Oops."

This afternoon, about five minutes ago--

I make peanut butter crackers, and proceed to put the peanut butter in the fridge.

Kid, I'm only three months along. You are not big enough to be sucking out all my brain cells yet. Stop it.

And self, it might not be a good idea to browse around imdb. Because then you find out that the lead actress in the latest movie you really want to see is about a year younger than you, and random fits of, "You know, if I'd actually had the guts to head out to L.A. for even a little while after high school and try" are not fun things to have. So cut that out.

*goes back to writing*