A Severe Case of B.O.

I've been suffering from a severe case of B.O. lately, and it's rather embarrassing.

Oh - you thought I meant "Body Odor" - as in I stink?

OMG, NO! Not THAT B.O.!!!! Gah - that would be awful!

No...I mean the OTHER type of B.O.

As in "Brain Overload."

Perhaps you've heard of it?

It's a rather severe case of trying to cram Too Much Information into my itty, bitty brain - and frankly, there's just not room for it all, so some of it is getting pushed out, kicked to the curb, leaving me in some rather embarrassing situations.

For instance, yesterday.

I KNEW I had a 2:00 p.m. meeting at the Red Cross office. Yes, that much I knew. I also knew that, being in charge of that meeting, that I needed to get to the office a little early so I could get things prepared.

I figured I would leave my house around noon...and due to idiot drivers on the road traffic, snow-packed slick roads, and just-plain-too-much-distance-between-my-house-and-the-office...I wouldn't arrive until 1:00 p.m.

But that's still plenty of time to prepare, right? Grab a snack and a drink...sit down at my desk...catch up on e-mail...prepare the agenda... make copies of the agenda for everyone...relax ahead of time....No rushing...

Right?

So, I'm relaxing at home yesterday morning, and it's about 11:00 a.m., when I check my daily calendar.

And see that in addition to the 2:00 pm meeting I KNEW about, I ALSO had a NOON meeting at Red Cross.

That I totally forgot about.

It's in ONE HOUR.

And I have a ONE HOUR drive.

Yikes.

You've never seen a girl get ready so fast - throw on my boots, brush my hair, re-spray the perfume, grab a coke on my way out the door - and hit the road.

I JUST made it to the office in time for the noon meeting. Whew. (And there was PIZZA! Yum!)

But I had no time to get prepared for the 2:00 pm meeting. Ack.

I winged it.

B.O. will have you doing that more and more - as it's happening more and more where I am just plain forgetting things. I refuse to put this down to getting older - or menopause - or hormones - or whatever.

It's simply due to my itty-bitty pea brain. It's not my fault.

Really.

Please tell me I'm not alone in suffering from B.O....

Peace.