Forgetting...

Why is it, when someone does something stupid or wrong, we don't let them forget?

We think it's funny not to let them forget too.

For instance, ever since my karate instructor knocked out that kid's tooth, when sparring him, I'm like: "Careful, don't knock out my tooth."

Everyone else laughs, but my instructor says: "That's not funny."

Rushed.

I hate those days when I leave the house in such a rush to get somewhere that I know I must have forgotten something. There is just no way I can leave the house fast without forgetting something.

Today, I even looked down to see if I remembered my pants, which I did. Thank God. Is it possible that I could actually forget my pants someday? I really hope not.