Back in our growing-up days, whenever I did something dumb my brother would give me a pitying look and say, "If you had a brain you'd be dangerous." I like to think that I did finally grow a brain, but sometimes I wonder.
Last night I was scribbling a To Do list for this morning when my sister phoned and I put down my pen. Now I'm looking at the third item on my list, "blog about alpha" and my brain is not making any connections. Alpha what? Alpha who? I'm pretty sure I didn't mean the "alpha heroes" we see in so many romance novels.
Just now I tried to work the problem by analyzing these notes from the top. "resched. dentist" means something to me, and so does, "design program for spring rally." But whatever fabulous blog entry I had in mind for today is now lost in the murky recesses of my mind. At least I know what "not Monday" means, and I won't forget that I promised a book to Cindy. Even the grapes make sense: I must have doodled them when my sister and I discussed our upcoming trip (with our husbands) to the California wine country.
But "blog about alpha"? Your guess is as good as mine.