What happens in Vegas...?

So, my brain is kind of like Vegas. Bear with me through this belabored metaphor. I'd say it'll be worth it, but maybe it won't.

You know how what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.  My brain plays the same game with the rooms in my house. 

I'm in the bedroom and remember I need to pull some chicken out of the freezer for dinner.  I leave the bedroom and halfway to the basement I've already forgotten where I was headed and for what reason. BUT, if I return to the bedroom I remember.  What I thought of in the bedroom apparently stays in the bedroom. 

I'm in the kitchen and remember that I need to switch the laundry from the washer to the drier. The second, and I mean the very second that I turn the corner into the hall, I have literally forgotten where I was going and what I was doing.  Turn around back into the kitchen and there it is.  Like it was written on the air. I clearly need to start carrying a notepad around for a written/visual reminder... or I could continue this way and just call it good exercise.

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Got the lights up! Now the tree...