Senior moments...

My mother once had blonde hair, and as she grew into her twenties it slowly turned brown. I didn't realize that until I was looking through some of my grandmother's photo albums and saw Mom with...well, my hair. People always asked me "Where does the blonde come from?" And I'd go...well, my Aunt Terri has blonde hair. Obviously I got it from those darn Levengoods. (Much to my dismay) my hair is getting darker. From blonde, to dirty blonde, to really dirty blonde. I do have a token white blonde streak underneath (I always thought that was pretty hard rock of me). I'll fight to the bitter end, but I might just be a brunette in five years. If this is the story, then WHY, dear God, am I getting so damn spacey. Everytime I get in my car I've forgotten something vital to my daily tasks. My work keys. My lunch. My work phone. My deoderant (had to wear my Dad's all weekend). My iPhone (this was the last straw).

Somebody help.

:)