Obviously my coffee’s not working.
I was half way to work before I realized I hadn’t dropped Ella off at Preschool.
And it’s not as though she wasn’t making her presence known. I guess I just tuned out after the 487th time through her singing:
“Frosty the Snowman, was a happy, jolly snow. With a corncob pipe and a butt and nose, and two eyes made out of…. (wait for it…) coal!“
Consider that as my nomination for Father of the Year…
What have YOU forgotten today?