Airhead II

My husband comes home. After a while he looks around and asks, "Did we get any mail?" I answer, "I haven't seen any mail, I never even checked." He goes out to the mailbox to get the mail. He comes back empty handed. There wasn't anything. I say, "Well maybe Enigma got it." She wasn't home so he sent her a text. She responds, "Huh?" So, I go down to my office to work and there sits some mail on my desk. Mail that Enigma gave me earlier that afternoon. Nothing memorable, just a book that was a nice surprise, and a few offers. Turns out she remembered, she just didn't understand the garbled text message. Meanwhile, I'm thinking "What 's wrong with you brain mommy!" I offer my brain for research in early stages of Alzheimers.