Before leaving to go shopping recently, I sang a reminder to myself. Eddie Money's lyric, "I've got two tickets to paradise," became, in my voice, "I need toothbrushes and Nexium!"
Yes, that's a screamingly middle-aged tactic and sense of priorities, but it worked. The medicine will keep my reflux at bay, and I'm stocked up on toothbrushes for months to come.
When it works, why shouldn't a 45-year-old hit spur me to pick up the right groceries?
