I remember Avogadro’s Number, but I can’t remember why I went into the kitchen.
Go back to where you were. You’ll remember instantly and have to make the trip again.
If you’re lucky, that is. Otherwise, tomorrow morning, you’ll find out you’re completely out of milk for your froot loops.
Bwahahaha. They say that really intelligent people have trouble with the mundane details of life, so be comforted.
I blame the moles.
There, there. I remember the launch code for the nuclear missles from the movie Wargames, but I can’t remember where I put my iPod headphones.
Maybe you went into the kitchen to look for Avogadro’s number – and voila, since you remembered it on your own account, you no longer need to go into the kitchen!
And by the way, I have no idea what Avogadro’s number is, but I imagine it’s delicious in a sandwich.
This is why I want one of those Real Simple grocery list thingies. It actually has the most common groceries listed on there with checkboxes, and then there’s lots of little fill-in-the-blank spots as well. I have the biggest trouble with creating/remembering grocery lists. :smack: I almost always end up going to the store the next day for something I absolutely needed but completely forgot about.
Avogadro’s Number…isn’t that “Use two avocados per batch of guacamole?”
For an Avogadro… um, mean avocado?
Dude, I do that all the time, and I’m only just a bit more than half your age (if that)
Avagadro’s Number (from memory) = 6.02 x 10^23
I’m not saying what Avogadro’s Number is. You’ll have more fun if you don’t know and if you want to know you can look it up. 
Yes, going someplace in the house and then standig there puzzled as to why you went there is common. It still pisses me off. Almost as bad as looking for the TV remote[sup]1[/sup].
1 which should always be left in the place from which you watch TV and never taken down in the basement or into the garage.
I remember Avogadro’s number, thanks chiefly to my high school chemistry teacher. He taught us a little ditty to the tune of “Camptown Races”:
*How many molecules in a mole,
Doo da, doo da
How many molecules in a mole,
Oh, doo da day.
Molecules in a mole,
Molecules in a mole.
6.02 x 10^23,
Molecules in a mole.*
I forgot where my wallet was one morning two minutes before work, but I can remember all the titles of Shakespeare’s plays. I hear you. 
A Comedy Of Errors
Much Ado About Nothing–I found the wallet, so All’s Well That Ends Well.
It isn’t remembering things like Avogadro’s number that bothers me. It’s remembering things like the name and hometown of a woman I sat next to on a plane in 1999 that bothers me.
I occasionally find myself lost in thought and I have to ask myself these two questions.
1.) Where was I going just now?
and
2.) What was I going to do when I got there?
But if you want to know what pisses me off, it’s almost always people. I am sometimes annoyed at animals, bothered by inanimate objects, or perturbed by the weather, but only people can truly piss me off.
I’ve lost a skirt. It’s the beige one with the small floral design in black, and the lace edging. It just occurred to me last week that I haven’t worn it to work in a few weeks, and I should. (You know, have to rotate the wardrobe so one isn’t always seen in the same four outfits.) Where is the beige skirt with black flowers? It’s not in the mending pile, I’m sure, and it’s not hanging in the closet where it should be. It hasn’t turned up in the laundry. I’m stumped. I’m hoping today’s “clean the house by 12 p.m.” goal, which also should involve putting everything lying around in a proper place, might turn it up.
How can one lose clothes in a house, though? It’s not like I went out engaging in debauchery to the extent that I wandered home at dawn minus my skirt. I wore it to work. Then home. Argh.
The sandwich shop on campus here is called Avagadro’s Number. Their phone number is the standard campus exchange, plus 6023.
It shouldn’t be taken with you to the kitchen and left in the refrigerator either. :smack: I’ve done that on a few occasions.