As senior citizens, my wife and I support each others memory,
or lack of it. One night while sitting at the kitchen table
we were chatting about garden chores. It remended me of something
I had to get from the garage. When I got to the door, my mind
went blank. I returned to the table a asked my wife what it
was I was going to get. She looked up at me with a curious
stare and asked, "Just who in the hell are you?"
Sent by E. R S