What a Time to Lose My Memory

Okay, I admit it. I have on occasion written to Dr. Phil via his website. I can recall a couple of times, but I can't remember what or when I wrote. Just my luck. No one wants to feel like a certifiable pest or the world's biggest idiot. But, that's how I feel right now.

What were the chances...whatever I wrote about last time found some interest. Today I received an email from one of Dr. Phil's producers, telling me they were interested in perhaps having me on the show to discuss my ordeal. Imagine my excitement, then immediate shock when I realized I had no idea what ordeal they referred to.

I was sent a questionnaire to complete and return ASAP, describing how this has affected my life, what I want to ask Dr. Phil, and what I hope to achieve. If only I knew. I don't think I ever expected they would want me on the show, and I can't believe I'd even entertain the thought because I'm always astonished at how people go on and air their dirty laundry or stupidity. BUT my ordeals were never anything that actually exposed my inner soul or portrayed me as trailer trash...at least I'm pretty sure. Hard to say since I can't recall what harrowing ordeal I wrote about. :)

I emailed the gentleman back and asked for a hint. I admitted that although I'm not a frequent 'form filling' flake, I have no idea what I would be addressing. I'm sure he'll hit the trash button and chalk me up to a nutcase, but isn't it a great thought to think that someone thought I was that interesting...of course someone I told expressed the thought that Dr. Phil must be running low on topics. *rofl*

Ah...old age. It's not enough that we have to cope with the shock of how we look, we also have to constantly forget things. With any luck, I'll forget how many wrinkles I have remember what the heck was so important I wrote to Dr. Phil. I can't even look in my 'sent' box for a hint because I used his website. Shoot! My moment of fame down the drain.