I am a complete idiot. I had two plastic grocery bags to take care of this morning. One with important papers, table signs for the NLEA banquet tomorrow, invites for Mardi Gras festivities to respond to, etc... The other was dirty cat litter that needed to be taken to the trash on the way out the door this morning. Guess which one I realized I had this morning when I pulled up to work? Seriously, where has my mind gone? Is it because the dogs had me up at 5:30am? My day continued with the Starbuck's at Target, whose coffee making machine (???) was inoperable followed by not able to get in the Mystic this morning so I could get ready for the Mardi Gras festivities kicking off this evening. UGGHHHH! None of it's really a big deal and I'm  not really upset. Don't sweat the small stuff, right? But on some level, you do have to laugh. In a million years, when they're excavating our land fills trying to figure out what kind of a civilization we were (like we do combing through ancient ruins) they're going to find plastic bags of cat sh!t. They'll think we revered cat feces! After all, I go to all that trouble to bag it up and preserve it in plastic every day... I'll take double bagged please!