Dude...where's my car?

I mean really.....is it just me? I have 'where is my car dementia.' I leave walmart, come out with 25 bags of stuff, it's bitterly cold and I walk the parking lot for-EVER trying to find the damn car. What is the deal? It's not like I have 7 cars in my collection, I drive a black explorer most of the time, or a silver audi...I really must have looked like a fool today leaving target. It's over lunch I was in there for less than 20 minutes and it wasn't like the parking lot was packed. I luckily had only a few bags, but the wind feels like ice going through you and I truly could NOT for the life of me remember where I parked. Some older gentleman must have been watching me because he pulled up in his old cadi and asked if I needed help finding my car.

Hi little girl, want a piece of candy?? NO WAY...I am not getting in a stranger's car, even if I do look like a fool. I was shivering but graciously declined. I don't want to end up at the bottom of a lake :)

I did find my car, but it took about 5-10 full minutes before I felt it was safe to use my frozen hands to actually navigate driving back to work.

I am ready for the day to be done, go home and make some salmon with lemon and fresh dill, asparagus, etc. play with cheech and chong and watch some dexter.

I am a little ticked off at the wee daschund, Buttons scratched the bathroom door up very badly and so now she is back in her crate during the day until she can win back my trust, that is for a later post.