Well, finally, there’s a name for my affliction: Age Activated Attention
Deficit Disorder. Yes, I have it. Last week, I had lunch with my friend Vivian and was telling her that I have to write everything down and make lots of lists – otherwise, the day goes by without my accomplishing anything I’d set out to do. This morning she sent me an email explaining the proper name for my disease: AAADD.
The email came at just the right moment too. But first, a little background: I received a $100 gift card for Home Depot this week. I’m a chronic DIYer and spend an awful lot of time and money there. I’ve been wanting to upgrade my wonderful 14.4V Ryobi drill with their new 18V One+ drill. The 18V One+ battery fits a myriad of tools: circular saws, jig saws, routers, reciprocating saws and more. I’ve been lusting after it for about a month but figured I’d just put it on my Christmas list. Well, since I’m famous for losing/misplacing gift cards I figured I’d better rush right over to Home Depot this morning and spend that sucker!
I immediately went to the tool department and grabbed the drill/flashlight combo pack (which comes in a nifty suitcase) and, seeing the fabulous right-angle drill, grab that as well. Hey, I’m in a mood to splurge! I pick up a few other things on my list, wait in line, pay, get in my car and drive home. When I get home I realize that I failed to use my gift card. Then I received the email. Apparently, pinning notes to my shirt is the next step.