I'm not usually obsessed by something that slips my memory, but over the last few days, I couldn't remember the name of the band that Sting was a member.
I thought about it; put it out of my thoughts; I knew it would pop up.......nope.
So, finally I told my wife, who looked at me like I was three years old and asking why women don't have penises.
It's the Police. That's the name, and I'll never forget it again.....until tomorrow. I wonder if I'll remember I forgot?
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.