the fact that if you have no memory, you get bulldozed by people with better memories than you, like my whole entire family for instance, Remember remember the Fifth of November, makeovers, Stacy, TV, the fact that they know I can’t remember a gosh darn thing and love teasing me about it, out-remembering me whenever they feel like it, the fact that sometimes I kind of wonder if they’re faking it, to beat me on the memory front, the fact that it sure seems to come in awful handy sometimes, the fact that the kids love to torment me about the past,
