Is there no limit to how crazy you allow yourself to become?
I guess not. This is a favorite quote of my sister's and me from "As Good As It Gets." Close enough.
Poor Jack. He had a name for his - OCD. Or what about Adrian Monk? What happens when OCD gets short-circuited? Hmmm?
Kaye, this is for you:
I forgot my billfold/driver's license/money/insurance cards/every important number and panicked when I couldn't find it in my purse at lunch. Bless Paul, he checked my coat pocket at home, that I'd worn yesterday and thank goodness it was there.
I forgot my cell phone. Didn't even miss it till 9:00. Amy and Sher may wonder what happened, but oh, well, they have my work number. You can live without a cell phone.
I forgot to zip my pants. I don't think it was long till I noticed and thank goodness I wasn't at a reception or meeting anyone.
I'm not sure I want to know what else I forgot today.
But at least - I knew I had a billfold. I knew I had a cell phone. And I knew it wasn't nice to go around with pants unzipped.
So, Jack and Mr. Monk, at least we know.
And Kaye, it only gets better.