In the land of 40 somethings, and medicine to help you remember, somtimes these "pills" don't work. I was at my mother's house last night, doing laundry and the usual Sunday stuff, and everything was going good. I went next door and got a massage (Thanks, Aimee) and then came back to my mom's and proceded to finish my laundry. Well, all is well, until I get ready to leave. I fold the laundry, put it in the hamper, grab my keys and purse and MY cigarettes off the table and head out the door. My oldest brother follows me and tries, to the best of his efforts, to get me to give him some cigarettes and then I pull out of the driveway. Now, when my oldest brother first came in, I had given him one cigarette, and then he thew my pack back on the table next to my mom's purse. When I went outside to smoke, I grabbed my pack, counted them(had 12) not including the one I had just taken out. I had my purse on my shoulder and walked outside to watch the dogs devour a t-bone. I set my pack and purse on the outside table. Remind you, my pack wasn't in my purse. It was simply beside my purse. When I got ready to leave, I put everything in the car and left. I get home and pull into my driveway when my phone rings....
Mom: "Meghan!" "You took my pack of cigarettes!"
Me:"No, I didn't. I have one pack of cigarettes and it has 12 in it."
Mom:"Well, I had just opened my pack and smoked only one out of it."
Me:"Then you would have 19 cigarettes and not the 12 that I have."
Mom:"I know that Meghan. My pack was on the table, beside my purse before you left and now it's not."
Me:"Joey sat my pack beside your purse, you need to look again."
Mom:"Your pack was in your purse....
Me:"Yea, until Joey took it out and then threw the pack on the table beside your purse."
Mom:"Then you have 2 packs of cigarettes."
Me:"No, I'm looking right now, as I'm driving down the road, I only have one pack and it has 12 cigarettes in it."
Mom:"Then I guess mine just got up and walked off....."
Me:"Either that or you lost them.....do you want me to drive all the way back to the house to show you that I have ONE pack of cigarettes and it only has 12 in it?"
Mom:"No, I want to know where you put mine."
Me:"I didn't put yours anywhere, I have ONE pack, and have not touched another one.
Mom:"Fine, I guess they just disappeared, click....
--first off, I hate being hung up on. Second, I hate it even worse when it comes from my mother. I can't believe she fuckin' hung up on me! I don't now, nor did I ever have her damn cigarettes. I swear, that woman is gong to be the death of me. All the pills in the world couldn't help her remember shit! Here's to pills, 40-somethings, and finding that ever so illusive pack of cigarettes, may the best hunter win......