Because I often forget something ridiculously vital. Like yesterday.

Yesterday was the very last Queen Street Arts Festival in Niagara Falls (insert super sad face here). It was raining buckets, so we were holding it inside, in an old club. I remembered it being kind of dark in there, so I thought I’d be clever and bring lights from another indoor art festival I did.

My Dad:  “Okay, Sarah, this light’s ready and plugged in…Where are the light bulbs?”

Me: “Shit.”

Dad: “What do you mean, ‘Shit’?” (all the while starting to laugh, because he knows perfectly well what I’ve done.)

Me: “I didn’t bring any?”

Dad: “You realize that this is going down in the annals of Lacy history, right?”

Me: “Shut up.”

I had to listen to light jokes for the next half hour.

But this is why I probably should have made a list.

(P.S. There will be a longer post tomorrow about yesterdays art festival. Because it was awesome. But this event made me laugh, so I thought I’d share it, so that you can all laugh at my embarrassing tendency to forget things too.)

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