Mel, you crack me up, it drives my husband nuts the stuff I remember. He can't for the life of know why I would know that Elvis had a monkey named Spanky. I chalk it up to the fact that my mind is full of usless information and maybe, just maybe someday it'll all pay off. I do real well with who wants to be a millionaire too!
And you're so right, I can't tell you what I was doing ten minutes ago, like this morning I walked into the laundry room three times looking in the dryer before I remembered I needed a trash bag.