At some point I started phrasing it "I have The ADD" because it sounded funnier to me that way. Now I can't even say it without The, the same way I started saying Pflugerville pronouncing the P and now hear it that way in my head every time I see it written.
So, anyway, Holly and I have had numerous recent conversations which involve me having The ADD, including on Saturday, when I was getting ready to leave for my parents' house to catsit for the weekend. I stood in the kitchen, writing out a deposit slip for the security deposit check from my Madison apartment, which I finally received last week. The plan: drive through the bank, drive to parents' house, meet Holly (who would be giving me a bank-related headstart) at the parents' and then go to the pool.
Me: I think I have everything. Pajamas, toothbrush, clean clothes...my swimsuit and towel are at my parents' house already. Ok, I'll see you there.
Begins walking out of kitchen.
Holly: Did you want to take this check?
Me: Damn it.
Holly: It's ok. You have The ADD.
Me: Now you know I'm not making it up.
Holly: Oh, I already knew that.
I went ahead and reinforced it anyway by leaving and immediately coming back in for my sunblock. Then calling fifteen minutes later to ask if she'd bring my book. She doesn't know yet that I wore my contacts and brought the case, but no contact solution or glasses.
You'd think a grown up person could pack for an overnight stay in less than five minutes without benefit of a list. And you'd probably be right. But you wouldn't be thinking of me. I have The ADD.