for·get·ful

I can't quite count the number of times I've left my phone in the car, sitting there in the dashboard mount like an abandoned child. Like when my fam went to church without me while I was clipping my toenails in my parents' bathroom Sometimes I'm missing a bag of groceries and think, "my apartment is quite small - how do I misplace a whole bag of groceries?" And it's in my hallway, staring at me innocently from the spot where I had set it, freeing my hand to unlock the door. And one time, I kid you not, I threw an entire bag of groceries in the recycling dumpster. Because I am a doer, and a frantic host, and taking out the identical trader joe's bags of recycling as soon as I got home seemed like the right order of things.

I just left my keys on a shelf full of blanket baskets

at TJMaxx.

Sorry I was being a Maxxinista and forgot my keys for one second.