As a kid, I had the typical white-hot blonde hair. We all did. Though I never really thought I was a "blonde," in the way the jokes describe, the last twelve hours have made me think that some of the blonde roots are still there.
For example. I put a load of laudry in the machine and started it. That's all. Nothing else. It took me five minutes to realize that I didn't put detergent in.
Then, I woke up, ready to go swimming. But, my alarm hadn't gone off so I figured I had a few minutes and stayed in bed, paying no attention that it was brighter that it should be for 6 AM. When the alarm did go off, one hour later than it was supposed to, I missed out on my opportunity to swim.
And finally, I keep my keys and sunglasses in the same basket for easy placement and retrieval. Leaving for work I grabbed my keys and left, leaving the sunglasses behind on the overcast day. Just outside the door, I fumbled through all my pockets looking for my keys I know I just grabbed from the basket. After a bit, I went back in, took of my sunglasses and grabbed my keys, locked the door behind me and left for work.
Is it Friday yet?