A friend of mine now calls it "chemo" brain but when her kids were toddlers, it was "mommy" brain. She's being treated for breast cancer and seems to be doing well. What is my excuse for this brain fog, this cruel torture? I'm going with middle-age. I love the knowledge and experience of being older but dern it, I don't like this sudden head full of air.
It's the difficulty focusing and the inability to go directly to the car in a full parking lot. I wish I could blame Evil Twin for moving the car around while I shopped. A few years ago, I was sure I lost my car. I was searching for it in the wrong parking garage. Oops.
Has everyone seen the Super Bowl commercials? I particularly liked the RadioShack commercial about the 80's wanting their store back. Hee Hee. Along those lines, the 80's called here. They found my brain, scattered in pieces in the university overflow parking lot.
Finally, some answers.
I've heard there are brains over at Nicky's. Don't tell the Zombies.