I remember going to bed with those pink pajamas on. I remember waking up naked. I don’t remember what happened in between. Why is the lack of memory so much more distressing than an actual memory.
I don’t even remember where I was. It could have been at home, or a grandparents or an uncles house. I’m not even sure how old I was. I get the impression from the fuzziness of the memory that it was around Christmas/New Year’s.
Oh yeah, to add to the fun, Gidgette is in heat again.