Sometimes I forget things. I do the best I can. About a month ago, I forgot to wash a container for my lunch:
I was really downtrodden until the obvious solution presented itself. (What? You noticed that my lunch a month ago and today were the same? Coincidence, I think, unless chicken salad has some strange power to mess with my mind.)
And on this day several months ago, I forgot to consult Peanut before putting him in a Snuggie:
That face is the “I thought you liked me. Why would you do this to me?” face. It’s also the face that makes me go into raptures of obnoxious baby talk. I gave up on the battle against baby talk at about the same time I gave up on remembering everything necessary for a normal lunch break. Peanut has forgiven me, and I haven’t starved yet.