Friday last week I went with a few coworkers to Nola's in Palo Alto for drinks. There, a coworker told us about camping at Angel Island and how cool it was. My interest was piqued, so I sort of filed that bit of info away in my noggin.

Last night I remembered my coworker's story so I told Bill about it. Bill knew all about camping at Angel Island. Apparently he had already told me about it a while ago. He'd even done the research about campgrounds and activities there. I felt silly.

He must think that I don't listen to the things he says. The thing is, I do. Unfortunately I'm scatterbrained and borderline senile half the time. So I forget a lot of things. And then I end up sounding dumb sometimes.

That makes me a ditz, no?