Don’t you hate that?
I was lying in bed last night, and I was thinking of blogging subjects (I rarely do this, so you’d think I’d remember what I was thinking about) and I thought of something interesting…and I forgot what it was about.
As my husband would say “It must not have been that interesting.” Which he always says when I tell him I’ve forgotten what I was about to say.
My train of thought is easily derailed.
I’m in deadline Hell, so forgive me if I don’t blog hop as much as I’d like to.
And I’ll try to remember what it was I was about to say.