Saturday, I fixed a casserole DB liked. I made extra so that he could warm it for lunch Monday since I’d be out of town. Sunday, when he mentioned having it as a snack, I reminded him why I was saving it. Before I left Monday, I told him how to warm it. When I returned home that afternoon, he asked what was for dinner; he was hungry. I was surprised–there had been a lot of casserole!
“What did you eat for lunch?”
An apple, an orange, a banana, and a granola bar.”
“Why didn’t you eat the casserole?”
Blank look. Casserole?
This, I believe, is evidence of MENtia. My friend Beanie says that when it becomes chronic, the correct medical term is DUHmentia. It is common among husbands. For example:
Beanie and her husband have a second home where they’ll be moving when he retires. Currently, they use it as a weekend home. This past weekend, they drove separate cars there, because she would be staying longer. He called her after he returned to Georgia, asking if she’d seen his blue shirt.
“Look in your closet,” she advised.
“It’s not there. Look in the closet there and see if I left it.”
She looked. No shirt. At his request, she checked her car. No blue shirt.
“Are you sure it’s not in YOUR car?” she asked him.
No, he’d already looked.
Later, he called to tell her, “I found my shirt.”
“Where in the world was it?” she asked.
“I was wearing it.”
Ding, ding, ding!
In the first DuhMentia Derby, I believe we have a winnah!