The radio announcer spoke. "You just heard the song of the day, Bruce Springsteen's Born in the USA. We pledge that we won't repeat any songs today, except that that one. When you hear it, be the 10th call at xxx-xxxfm, and you will win $1000!"
Cool. It's not often that I'm in the car at the right time and can hear which song is the lucky "song of the day". Now, the odds were pretty much not in my favor that I'd actually HEAR the Song of the Day, but I could dream, right? I thought I'd better write down the phone number for the radio station, just in case I did hear that special song. I grabbed my purse, fishing for a pen, and almost immediately stopped searching when the police officer pulled out behind me. I was so concerned about driving correctly that I promptly forgot that I wanted to jot down the phone number.
Riley had therapy, and after that we both took a short nap. We got up, and got ready to go pick up the kids at school. Grabbing my water, her cup and my purse, I took her out to the car and strapped her in her car seat. I buckled up my seat belt and turned the key in the ignition. Before driving out of the driveway, I picked up my phone to check it for messages.
The opening chords of a song stopped me. Oh, my GOD! It was the Song of the Day - I knew it was, because I hate the song with a passion that will never die and I have memorized the opening sequence in order to change the channel quickly. I could call! And win! $1000!!!
I could not remember the phone number. And I didn't write it down, thanks to the city cop following me earlier. I dialed multiple variations of what I thought could be the number, and never did get through. How could all of the obstacles evaporate, and the one road block was my own brain. Only me.
But, really, what do you expect from a person who walked 7 miles today, and yet walked off the path with the stroller AGAIN?????