I was so engrossed in getting my garden put to bed and the fine weather for a fall day in the Northwest, it didn't even cross my mind I had writing group. It didn't even cross my mind it was Wednesday. In fact I was just thinking how lucky I was to be able to get my fall gardening done before November, when I realized it was November.
So what do you do when someone calls you and asks you where you are? I always just come clean and tell them I forgot. I suppose some tale of woe could follow about how busy I was with my kids/husband/mother/garden. Or my car could be having problems or I was ill or I could plead "mom brain;" where we have so many things to think about stuff just falls through the cracks, like picking children up from the bus (just add it to their therapy bill).
I think it's brave to just admit you've forgotten; you have to admit you spaced out. I think it's important for people to know I usually haven't forgotten THEM, I've forgotten what day it is, or in my case yesterday, what month it is. Of course the last time I told a friend I forgot I was having everyone over for coffee she seemed to understand, but I haven't heard from her again. But that's just my paranoia setting in, I'm sure she got busy. Or maybe she's just forgotten.