Tonight a very sweet group of women threw my daughter a baby shower.
Invitations came a couple weeks ago. I marked the date and time on my calendar. I purchased and wrapped the perfect gift for my granddaughter. I even planned what I was going to wear.
And then I forgot about the shower. Forgot, that is, until my daughter mentioned it a couple days ago. I tried to act like I wasn't a horrible mother and hadn't really forgotten about her special event . . . but she knows me too well. Busted.
So, you'd think once would be enough, right? Like I'd make damn sure not to let that detail slip from my consciousness again, right?
Today at work I bumped into the mentally handicapped daughter of family friends. Her face brightened up when she saw me and she exclaimed, "I'm going to the shower tonight!"
I swear, my reaction was only the tiniest bit delayed . . . while I processed what kind of shower it might be . . . and who it might be for . . .
It's a good thing the retarded girl reminded me about my daughter's party.
Kris Jenner's got nuthin' on me . . .