Am I that old???

Please read the entry to see what this picture is doing here!

I just had to take the time to share this with you. It is absolutely ridiculous and I am extremely embarassed to let you know, but it was so funny that Mansur and I were laughing for about 15 minutes this evening. Last night, after church, we didn't go out for dinner with our friends like we usually do. We decided to come home a little earlier since I had to prepare 2 presentation outlines for this morning. I usually feel a little stressed before a big presentation because there are so many things in my mind. I knew that preparing dinner wouldn't take so long since we had some left-overs from the previous day, when I cooked some Indian style chicken for our guests. I prepared some crackers with cheese, tomato, olives, etc. Then, we ate our real dinner and after cleaning up, I sat in front of the computer to do my work. It didn't take so long to finish my studies. After a seven-hour sleep, I went to school this morning and did my best in both classes. The funny thing happened when I got home to prepare dinner tonight. I opened the fridge to see what we had that could be used, and then I saw a small Japanese-style bowl, which contained 2 chicken bones and a piece of used tissue paper. It was perfectly wrapped and when I got it I had no idea what it was doing there. I looked over at Mansur, who was sitting on the couch and said: "Love, did you put this in the..." But before I finished my question, I realized that it couldn't possibly have been him. It was certainly me, the wife, who had done such a silly thing. I looked back at the bowl, and while still holding the fridge's door open, I told him shamefully: "It was me, right??? I did it. Can you believe it? I am worse than an eighty-year-old obasan." And when he saw the contents, he couldn't stop laughing. I joined him in amusement. I defended myself by saying that I was probably so worried about my presentation and all the work I had to do last night that I cleaned up the table, and amazingly managed to wrap a nama gomi and return it to my fridge! I had absolutely no memory of it. If I had a pet, I might understand such an act, though the tissue would still be a mystery; but I do not have a pet and such bones would never be recycled at our place...
I then decided to take a picture and share it with you guys. And now, it's open for discussion...You can make fun of me! That is all I deserve. But if you can manage to be compassionate, you can try to make me feel better by sharing a similar experience. If not, I will just wonder why this happens only to me. Was my 24th birthday my turning point? Was that the mark of my critical period?