Why Having ADD Is Fun
Ran out of wonderful little purple pills 2 days ago. Wife immediately slapped empty container on sink to *remind* me that I was out. Told me to Find New Prescription. Couldn't. She found it. Made me go to pharmacy to fill it. I did. And promptly forgot to pick up new meds yesterday and this morning.
And so the viscious cycle begins: I forget to take my pills that are supposed to help me remember to take them.
And then the hyperactivity, also known as obnoxious shenanigans, kicks in. While undressing for the shower this morning, I noticed that Cody's snake (3-foot long furry dog toy) was on the bathroom floor. So was Elmo (the wife's cat). Light bulb over brain lights up. I quickly tied the snake around Elmo's body (bitch to ASPCA here) and whistled for Cody.
"Cody, get the snake! Get the snake!" Whee!
Hillarity ensued.
Elmo and Wife not amused.
I'll be picking up the pills after work.