I've been having to baby my shoulder for the last six months thanks to rotator cuff tendinitis that just won't go away. What tends to happen is that it gets better, I gently use it, then it's entirely effed up again. So now I'm trying to just not use it much at all (except at physical therapy) while I take steroids and generally just complain.
I bought a new bag of dog food this week and I carefully carried it into my house, all snugged up against my body to protect the delicate shoulder. I let the bag slide down but did not attempt to pour the bag into the container, which would involve, you know, using my shoulder. It didn't take too long before Payton the Wonder Whippet found the bag and ripped a hole in it so that she could help herself. I shut the bag behind a door and asked Husband to pour the food in the bin when he fed the dogs.
Two days later, this conversation happened:
Me: Do you remember me asking you to pour the bag of dog food into the container?
Husband: Yes.
Me: Do you remember doing it?
Husband:
Husband: I remember forgetting to do it.... Is that possible? To remember forgetting?
Me: I'm not sure.....
In theory, he'll do it when he lets the dogs out next. Unless he forgets to remember what he remembered that he forgot.
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