I am NOT good with memory.

Like, at all.

I remember strange and often unimportant things.  But I have trouble remembering things that I want to remember.  Or that I NEED to remember.

For instance, last weekend in Nashville, Ra said a very funny little diatribe.  We all laughed till we were crying about it.  It was hysterical.

Now, none of us can remember what it was.  The closest we got was me emailing her, “Ra, remember when you said that funny thing in Nashville?  Kind like, ‘It’s like ________, but without ________, and not, ___________, but me.’  Remember that?”

And no, she cannot remember.  Neither can Steph.

::sigh:: What happens in Nashville, stays in Nashville.  And not by choice.