Bob wrote a blog post about a series of senior moments he endured last week, which you can read here. So in the interest of fairness, and because he’s threatening to blog about it if I don’t, I must tell you about mine.

Yesterday I was making a vat o’ potato salad for a dinner party. As I stirred all the ingredients together, I thought, “Huh, that didn’t take as long as I thought.” But as I stirred them a little longer, I realized the potatoes weren’t mushing together like they should. Then I realized, it’s because I forgot to cook them. So I had to dig through all the mayonnaise and other glop to extract each hard potato slice, one by one, then wash them off, then boil them.

So there you have it. You’re reading it here first — and so are the guests who ate it last night.