sunday confession

i didn't blog about it the first time it happened.
or the second time.
or the third time.

but after the fourth time,
i've got to confess.

i go upstairs,
get out a pot or pan,
put it on the stove,
turn on the gas,
start heating water
or butter.

put the pasta in for spaghetti,
or the bread for grilled cheese.

then i - walk away.
to get something,
or put something away.

then i get sidetracked.
and then i start thinking,
"i should really get dinner ready,
hmm, what should we have?
i know, we'll have mac and cheese."

so i walk into the kitchen,
see that dinner is already started,
and i'm really surprised because,
i can't remember at all!

i'm slowly losing it folks.

what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.