Forgetful Jones

We all remember him as that half whit from Semame Street... But not any longer. I have become HIM! (Well, all except the foam appendages, cowboy attire, facial hair, and blue skin) I am so stinking forgetful lately. WHERE HAS MY BRAIN GONE? I did hear that being pregnant does effect your memory...but to this extent?! Last week I was leaving work at the college, and hopped on the shuttle bus that would take me to the parking lot where I had parked that morning. After arriving in the lot, much to my dismay, my car was nowhere to be found, after a short search and the use of my panic button to aid in the search I remembered that I didn't even park in that parking lot, I had parked in the lot right next to my office! Not only this, but the next day I was on my way home after class when I realized that I didn't have my phone with me-- (new phone, not the one that I just recently FLUSHED DOWN A TOILET) So, I turned around, and made a bee line straight to my last class where my phone awaited... sitting there on the desk, in plain view, as if to mock my stupidity. I could go on and on about the less-than Nobel Prize winning things I have done lately, but I will spare anyone who has had the patience to read this far.