I knew what I meant when I said it. I resented being asked again, that confused looked on his face. All I wanted was a glass of ice. Why was he looking at me that way? I told him twice now, the second time a little louder. What was so hard about getting ice?
Turns out that what I really said, was "Get me a cup of glass".......
Yes, it sounds funny and I'm laughing about it...but on the other hand it really scarred me.
You know why. Every time I forget something or say a silly word in place of another, I think ..ok...I'm getting it....It just scares me because of my Mom with her Alzheimers. I can't help it.