Parents know that they can often have memory issues, even if they can’t remember exactly how they even know this… uh… what was I saying? Something something… memory issues then… uh… whatever. Must not have been important.
Sure, in addition to the fridge, there are tons of other “why the heck did I come here” moments that can happen anywhere, in any drawer, cabinet, room, vehicle, store, city, etc. “WHY AM I HERE???” later turns into an “ooooh yeah!” Maybe it takes an hour or a day or a week for it to get there, if ever, but it seems to happen a lot in the kitchen, specifically at the refrigerator. This may be due to the massive increase in food preparation that comes with having kids aka mouths to feed. As well as the massive decrease in well-restedness.
At least two percent of my life so far has been spent spacing out in the kitchen or gazing dumbly at shelves and drawers of refrigerated goods, so I felt it needed to be its own word: fridgetful.
What? Just me?
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