I’m not so good with remembering the everyday details of my life. I can't tell you the name of my eighth grade math teacher, or my freshman year dorm room number, or my cholesterol reading from my last checkup, or even who I had lunch with last Thursday (without checking my calendar first). Just last week, I'm not proud to admit, I forgot my parents' 48th wedding anniversary. Compared to Jenny, whose institutional memory for every moment and triumph and hiccup of her life is downright scary photographic, I'm like the amnesiac guy from
Have a Baby, Win Some Books!
Have a Baby, Win Some Books!
Have a Baby, Win Some Books!
I’m not so good with remembering the everyday details of my life. I can't tell you the name of my eighth grade math teacher, or my freshman year dorm room number, or my cholesterol reading from my last checkup, or even who I had lunch with last Thursday (without checking my calendar first). Just last week, I'm not proud to admit, I forgot my parents' 48th wedding anniversary. Compared to Jenny, whose institutional memory for every moment and triumph and hiccup of her life is downright scary photographic, I'm like the amnesiac guy from