Ever Stop To Think Then Forget To Start Again Patch - 4x1.25 inch
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Ever Stop To Think Then Forget To Start Again? Well I have! Plenty of times. I love to think about all the ideas I have which I know I can't achieve, but thinking if thinking about it makes me happy than what the heck they say happy people live longer.
This embroidered patch measures 1.75"X4". You can sew it on to customize pretty much anything including your biker vest, wallet, belt, anything you can think of that you can sew it on to or iron on if you like.
Do you ever think that you are losing the plot? As I get older I am starting to forget things that I was doing or even where I was going. I know this happens to a lot of people but I am really beginning to think that I am losing my mind.
Take the other day for example. I was heading off to get a towel for my shower and half way there I forgot what I was doing. Like completely forgot. I had a total blank and could not for the life of me get my head round why I was standing in the middle of the hall upstairs. I had just been downstairs on my computer and now here I was standing there like a lemon not knowing what I was doing there. So I went back downstairs to the computer and sat down and after about five minutes or so, it came to me, I had been planning on getting in the shower.
Now I'm only thirty five so it's not like I can really put it down to age but it happens quite often. I used to poke fun at my father for the same thing but he was well over fifty at the time. I have actually been known to spend hours looking for my sunglasses when they were already on my face! Surely that is not normal? And about two months ago, I had the keys to my motorcycle in my hand but still spent nearly fifteen minutes looking for them before I realized I had them all along. My wife thinks its funny and bought me a new biker patch for my biker jacket. The Ever Stop To Think, Then Forget To Start Again Patch gives her a real buzz when she sees it on my jacket. Now I suppose if it was her, I would have bought her the same patch.
Another patch which I'm beginning to wonder if I'll need soon is the Where The Hell Is My Medication Patch. If things carry on the way they are I'll probably be needing some medication to keep all my marbles within my head. Even in work I can be guilty of some stupid things. Last week, instead of putting my reports in the filing cabinet where they belonged, I found them sitting in the bin beside my desk. And it could have only been me because I was the only one to have been looking at these reports.
I'm just hoping that it's down to hard work and exhaustion, and not the fact that I am getting older! But the other day I found myself grunting when I had to bend down to pick up a pen I had dropped and I'm sure the twenty something's in my office never do stuff like that!