As in mine is seriously bad these days. I'm talking short-term memory, because my long-term memory seems to be fine. I can find my house, usually.
Like, I saw a thing where someone asked who said the following: "If there's anything more important than my ego around here, I want it caught and shot."
And I knew it was from a movie, and I knew I'd just recently seen that movie. It was on the verge of coming to me for like five mind-imploding minutes until I finally just cheated and Googled it. And you know what? I totally should have known who said it, because I had just seen it, and it's from one of my favorite movies, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I'd just watched it with my kids the week before. (They thought it was weird. But you know, they watch the Backyardigans, so who are they to talk?)
But anyway, that's not why I say I have a bad memory. It's because I've thought of three or four things I could write a blog entry about in the last week and every time I have a few minutes to spare, I can't remember a single dang one of 'em!
What's really disconcerting, however, is when I have conversations with people and absolutely no memory of the event a few minutes or hours later.
I suspect this may be a prank that my wife is playing on me, however. "Yes, I told you about it and you said 'Okay!'"
I don't know. Maybe it's all in my head. (Ha!)
You know, I'll bet I can still remember all the lyrics to Memory.