The Shorts of It?...

A funny thing happened to me Sept. 14. Y'all know I have Alzheimer's, which I find at the present time a convenient excuse for some things I do. Did you know that Alzheimer's was discovered in 1905? Yep, it sure was. Do you know by whom? You got it! Mr. Alzheimer. Imagine that.

Well, back to my shorts. I got up under a bright sunny sky. You need to know that it was after 8:30AM thanks to those lovely pills I take some which helps my Alzheimer's but also helps me sleep, which I do very good. So if you are going to rob my house of packed boxes, you won't wake me up. My spouse, Lisa and the two babies that is a whole different ball game.

So anyhow, I got up which is a real big deal for me as I don't have to call the casket guy who I have on speed dial just in case. Be prepared, I always say. Well anyway, I washed up, which when I looked in the mirror almost frightened me to death and no, I wasn't near a phone. Figures right?

Just in case you don't know, I wear wigs all because years ago . But that a story for another time. Back to my shorts. After washing up, finding a towel, drying off, putting on deodorant, and powder so I would smell like a walking flower pot, I went into my bedroom, figured out what I wanted to wear. I picked out a polo shirt with Old Glory on it and put it on Old Glory to celebrate Patriot's Day, which I found out later was a few days before, and put on a pair of shorts so my knobby knees would show. There I was done.

Well the day progresses like everyday does, until about halfway through the day, I reached into my shorts pocket for a Kleenex and it wasn't there! Now I am in crisis mode...just like that. No warning at all. No not the Kleenex, pay attention, will ya? The pocket was missing. That right it was plain gone! Now I had a problem. Who doesn't, right? Right bolt, wrong nut. No Kleenex for my drippy nose and no pocket. I knew the shorts had pockets but my dilemma was where were they? I looked around a bit and like a good Sherlock Holmes, I made a unique discovery.

I had my shorts on backwards, and yep, I found the pocket, after turning them around, and there was my Kleenex. Which by the way I didn't need anymore! Wow! What an exciting day! I was thankful I wasn't out some place and discovered it.

I don't think people would appreciate my switching my shorts around no matter what. People have little humor for that sort of thing...

Comments are welcome as long as they are in good taste.

And, now my Disclaimer: any spelling mistakes you find, poor grammar etc. is either Mr. Alzheimer's fault or Lindsay's. She is my editor. lol, Pastor Kaye