Addlepated! That's us! in A New Beginning

My sisters often tell me about the absent-minded things they do. I ALWAYS relate to them perfectly well, and this worries me a bit because my sisters are 75 and 79 years old! I am only 60! If I am doing what they do now, what will I be doing when I am the age they are now?! I hope I get to find out, though. ;o)
The craziest thing I’ve done lately? Well, on Friday Joe and I went up to Dover AFB to do our big grocery shopping at the commissary. It was an extremely hot day (which they all are!!), and I could hardly wait to come home and get out of my shorts, teeshirt, and most of all BRA, and into my cool jammies.
We got home. I put all the cold stuff away and then went down to the bedroom. I gratefully peeled out of my clothes, used the bathroom, and then started back down the hallway. Before I’d taken a few steps, I realized....I was starkers!! :oO !! I had forgotten to put my jammies on!! HA!! Thank goodness I hadn’t headed out the front door!!
It’s not just me; it’s Joe too. We are lucky to be in this together so we can help set each other to rights if either one of us can figure out what “to rights” is.
Joe told me he had the weirdest dream last night. He dreamt that he and I were in the Walmart and suddenly he had to take a shit. Instead of walking all the way to the restroom, he decided to shit in some kind of big container that was sitting in the middle of an aisle. So he did, but as he was pulling his pants back up, they “got caught on his ass” and he was struggling with them. And he looked, and there I was, just sashaying off down the aisle cool as a cucumber! “Hey, wait!!” he called (I assume not TOO loudly!). We will never know if he got caught because then he woke up. :oD
That was a lot funnier than the dream I had last night! I dreamed that we were in this big house and I was supposed to clean everything. It wasn’t where we lived; I don’t really know what the deal was. But anyhow, the bathrooms, tubs especially and floors, were FILTHY. I was using scouring stuff and sponge after sponge, rag after rag, and towel after towel, and I could NOT get them clean! (Which is the story of my life when it comes to cleaning things that require “elbow grease.”) And everytime I came out of a bathroom to do anything, be damned if I didn’t somehow find.....ANOTHER BATHROOM!!!!! Bathrooms where you’d never even expect to find a bathroom!!!!! Maybe the house was all bathrooms! Cuz the only other kind of room I remember being in was a laundry room!!
Wow. I’m glad that was a dream.