Background:  I find it so odd that I can remember some things and not others.  As I’ve mentioned before I’m a birthday savant.  Seriously, I remember all these birthdays of people I haven’t seen in 20 years.  The birthdays just don’t want to leave my brain.  

I remember other things too.  Weird things.  Like what you may have said to me verbatim 7 years ago about your friend.  I find you looking at me weird when I bring up the odd fact I remember about your life, that seriously, you don’t even remember.  

My mother in law passed away in the beginning of April.  When she died pw and his brother were trying to figure out where they were going to bury her.  When pw told me I said, “well, why wouldn’t you just bury her with your dad and sister since you bought 3 plots when your dad died?”  His response was “we did?”.   Why would I remember this when his brother and he couldn’t?  Isn’t that strange.  And it’s a vivid memory for me, vivid.  

Memories are strange things aren’t they? 

Now if I could only remember what I walked into the kitchen for, I’d have it made.

Background:  Yesterday, late in the afternoon I dragged the kids by foot to the local grocery store to get a couple of items and get myself a cup of starbucks.  I just wanted a nice hot cup of latte, that’s all.  I ordered up waited for him to make it and made small talk with the guy behind me in line.  When my coffee was finished I went to pick it up (no sleeve) and it wasn’t even remotely hot.  I took a sip and slightly gagged (luke warm lattes gross me out).  I got the ‘baristas‘ attention and asked him to make it a bit more hot.  This began a longer than necessary discussion/argument about how hot I really wanted it.  

He began with asking me exactly what temperature I’d like it if I didn’t like it at the 160 degrees it currently was at.  

Dumbfounded, I just said “I’d like it as hot as it normally is when I get a cup of coffee here.”

He said, “the normal temperature is 160 degrees, how hot do you want it?”

I said, “If the normal temperature is 160 degrees and you say this cup is normal temperature than I think your thermometer is broken.”

He said, “well, how hot do you want it?”

I said again, “I want it as hot as it normally is.”

He said, “it’s normally 160, how hot do you want it?” (like I’m some sort of dumb ass that didn’t get the question).

HUMONGOUS LY frustrated I said, “OK then, I guess I’ll take it at 180, but I think your 160 thermometer is broken.“

He started remaking my latte.

I added, “if the coffee was really 160, I’d burn my tongue, but this coffee isn’t even hot to the touch, it tastes like it’s been around for a while.”

He ignored me and got me the new coffee that cup was all of 180.  I could barely touch it.

About 15 minutes later I took the first sip and boy was it good.  It was still hotter than the first cup an hour later!