Story time...

When I was a little girl my grandma had book about a little blue ghost.  Well, all the pictures were in blue ink.  See how cute?

Every night at the same time he gave the loose board on the stairs a little creak.

Anyway,  every night at the same time he gave the loose board on the stairs a little creak and the parlor door a little squeak to remind the Whittakers that it was time to go to bed. 

I need a Georgie in my attic.

I need a Georgie to remind me to switch the laundry to the dryer.

I need a Georgie to remind me to start the dishwasher. 

To feed the dog, get the mail, vacuum before the baby finds bits of junk on the floor, that I left something on the stove when I went to take the dog food from the baby, my own phone number.  For Heaven's sake, I need a reminder to eat lunch!

Does this happen to ANYONE else?  I feel like I am too young to have had my brain fall out. 

The good news is, I still know my name.  Some days that's all I can say for myself.