I walked into the kitchen with a very important mission. 🕵️ Three seconds later I was standing there holding the refrigerator door open like I was waiting for it to tell me what I came for. Then I tried to ask my husband to pass the... the... you know. THE THING. The thing you eat soup with. 🥄 He just stared at me. I stared at him. We both waited. And right then, a whole different version of me showed up, confident and fun and smiley. 😂 Here's what nobody warned me about menopause brain: the word leaves, but a bonus personality arrives to cover for it. One of me is searching, one of me is roasting, and neither of us knows where my keys are. I used to panic about it. Now I laugh, because honestly? If my brain is going to be unpredictable, at least it's entertaining. So tell me, what's the word YOUR brain refuses to hand over? 👇 I need to know I'm not alone in this. Tag the friend who has been calling things "the thingamajig" lately. 💛 And btw, I was trying to tell you all about the new arrivals from SOCIAL THREADS that are super cute!