Alien vs Predator

Every night this week as I was drifting off to sleep, I made lists of the things I would blog about when I had the time. So, here I am with the time and no memory of what those things were.

I think I've reached a new developmental stage. One that has to do with a predator called age stealing my once incredibly good memory out from under me, bit by bit.

Either that, or aliens are studying the blogging habits of 30-something women and need to permanently remove all ideas in order to understand the process. Which could explain why I can no longer find my keys or remember where I left my mobile phone. I also seem to have lost the ability to recall words that have been part of my vocabularly since I was one, as well as the skill of saying them without stuttering.

In fact, it might also shed some light on why I don't appear to have a knuckle on the joint of my thumb which is closest to my wrist. There's a lump there that appears quite joint-like. It just doesn't move the way a hinge joint should. Of course, this has been a life long thing - maybe the aliens have been studying me since birth.

Or....what if they planted me here in the first place? That would explain an awful lot. All that stuff people keep telling me about my being so unique and different would suddenly make a lot of sense. So would that birthmark on the bottom of my foot. And the dents in my skull...

At any rate, if you know where I left all my good ideas, be you alien, predator or friend, I'd appreciate having them back.

May the force be with you. Live long and prosper. Nanoo Nanoo.