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I don't know if I suffer from "Distraction disease" or if I am distracted. Anyway both are right for me. It isn't even due to my old age and diminishing brain, no, I have always been distracted.
Already in school when whatever class didn't interest me (which was mostly the case), I rather admired the cobweb on the ceiling or a dirty spot on the collar of a classmate. Once I had to break into my own car in the middle of the Grand'Place in Brussels, because I had left the key inside but locked the door. I used the metal end of my comb to lift up the lock while people were standing around to admire my work but nobody asked me if the car was mine. I think I was 23 at that time.
The worst thing which ever happens according to Mr. G. was when I was looking for my slippers. We were married for 2 or 3 years and he didn't know yet the severity of my "distraction disease". He finally found them in the fridge, I don't know how they landed up there, probably I wanted to put some food in, because I don't like cold slippers.
Sometimes I arrive in a room and stand there not remembering why I am standing here like a statue. Then I go back where I came from and then suddenly I know again why ... or not.
Looking for my glasses and car keys is normal. I always put them in the same place, and it's not my fault that the place changes all the time. Mr. G. with the time has become a kind of Sherlock Holmes he always find them.
The reason why I write this post is, because I had a pair of earrings in my hand, saw some pieces of dry cat food on the floor, picked them up, threw the earrings out of the window and wanted to put the pieces in my jewelry box.
I will keep you informed if I find them in the gravel in front of our house, because Mr. G. is out of work he has a cold.
I laughed out loud :D
ReplyDeleteI do hope you find your ear rings though!
Too funny, Gattina! Slippers in the fridge... LOL! Hope you found your earrings...
ReplyDeleteGood luck in your search!
ReplyDeleteYou have decorated your blog for Christmas! Very pretty!
ReplyDeleteI misplace my glasses all the time! Since I cannot see farther than arm's reach without them, my husband has to look for them for me. Lucky for us our husbands think we are worth the trouble!
Lea
Mississippi, USA
Oh dear I think distraction disease is a result of multi-tasking. My husband is always telling me I am thinking about too many things at once.
ReplyDeletelol my husband always asks me if I checked the fridge lol
ReplyDeleteBut he is the one with the distraction syndrome. He has the most things on his mind so he walks around forgetting where he left things lol
Then he asks me and I feel like hey! how am I supposed to know? So I have to go and search and if it isn't around then I tell him to check his car or the basement.Our problem lies mainly with keys cause every one uses the cars.
Oh my dearest Gattina. I also have this disease! But worse now is the fact that Hubby also suffers with it! Thank goodness we have the dackels and their wonderful noses! LOL!
ReplyDeletehaha...me too, double dose of distraction disease...now, what was I writing? heehee
ReplyDeleteI think my whole family suffers from this disease.
ReplyDeleteI am terribly distracted too. I remember watching birds twittering on the electricity wires instead of paying attention to my French teacher. Your stories are funny.
ReplyDeleteSo funny, Gattina! Especially the slippers in the fridge and throwing out your earrings.
ReplyDeleteI must admit I've done things that are similar.
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My post today: Divine Nature
oh dear! When I come in the home, I've gotten in the habit of putting the keys in the same place. Now... when they're not there, I'm in trouble {:-D
ReplyDeleteI've done things like that, too! I hope you earrings reappear!
ReplyDeletebulls really scared of the red cloth? What do they do with the injured bull?
ReplyDeleteThanks for the smiles! I definitely have a distracted husband - but I think he's just a hyper active guy. He really can accomplish a lot in a short time, but he often needs his wife (me) to help him find some things that are right in front of his nose! As my Aunt Mae often said, "That's the price of having a man," and I do love my man!
ReplyDeleteHow funny!! I do the same things, too! You are luck to have Sherlock G to help out.
ReplyDelete~visiting from Ms. Jenny's!
Oh, Gattina! You are truly a delight!
ReplyDeleteAnd I promise that I'm laughing WITH you and not AT you! I definitely live in this same glass house and I refuse to throw stones at it!
Thanks for the smile!
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